geode collegiate nightmare, and pretending to be nice and civilized.

The national perimeter, one would think, boundaries for the common good, protection, political stability. 

But instead to keep the animals inside locked in?

Deep in the heartland, perhaps, lurks the part-animal soul, something feral in the national will: something that likes to think Nazis are lurking somewhere, and for the sake of a good fight to the death, something stupid, instinctive, such to consider time and again eating its own young.

Like nested dolls or salt shakers, I sit on the precipice: it runs mere feet away, a boundary within one container, but between two lesser containers, with their own royalty, anxieties, and incidental hallucinations of prosperity and variously, happiness.

We are engendered from the beginning not to discard our kinship with the animals, perhaps, how we are husbandmen, and also, variously, highwaymen by trade, and journeyman in the precipitation of life.

What hungry feline-angry, hungry, dangerous--lurks in the national conscience?  They labeled a proud bird the emblem, proud, but a scavenger too, a carrion bird than simply looks majestic: can eat his own scat like any other creature: a cap of white and eight inarticulate talons for the grasping of things like sticks or roadkill--why Ben Franklin would have proclaimed the turkey the emblem of the nation, perhaps rightly as the feast of thanks, the survival of the pilgrims, and not the tossing-off, as it were, in the more articulate chirping of the national clock, the progress of the national conscience and mass delusion.

For the sake of Free Enterprise, Capitalism, we denude the land, the ideals, and rebuild it as geode collegiate nightmare of proper names, clever names of doctrines, but lions tigers and bears, all, shaving our faces every morning for the sake of keeping at least the pretense of appearing civilized.