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Lightning’s blue glare fills Oklahoma plains, the train rolls east casting yellow shadow on grass Twenty years ago approaching Texas I saw sheet lightning cover Heaven’s corners Feed Storage Elevators in gray rain mist, checkerboard light over sky-roof same electric lightning South follows this train Apocalypse prophesied— the Fall of America signaled from Heaven— Ninety nine soldiers in uniform paid by the Government to Believe— ninety nine soldiers escaping the draft for an Army job, ninety nine soldiers shaved with nowhere to go but where told, ninety nine soldiers seeing lightning flash— a thousand years ago Ten thousand Chinese marching on the plains all turned their heads to Heaven at once to see the Moon. An old man catching fireflies on the porch at night watched the Herd Boy cross the Milky Way to meet the Weaving Girl… How can we war against that? How can we war against that? Too late, too late the Iron Horse hurrying to war, too late for laments too late for warning— I’m a stranger alone in my country again.
Allen Ginsberg
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