Bridge Escaping the United States

I am ready to dive
off the bridge
of the United States
and be swept away
slowly drowning
in the waters of
escaping capitalism.

The music, oh,
the sounds
of the sinning
angel grasping
the broken harp,
teething harmony
and denying speeches.

If there was just one
more astute body
to pardon the coins
that blend in
with the passion
of the dark threaded
dunce on the donkey,
resolution would
find appraised elation.