copperplated pine growing now in ukraine forests of then (bygone vodka toasts with metalfruit cocktails) reaping a harvest of barren branches silhouetted in charcoal capillaries
against the naked flesh of burnt horizons over mushroom clouds
yet tank tracks plow clay loom

sowing wheat with steel kernels
of unseeded mudlasciviousness
as nevernever lands bloom/but hy commorades salute(landsofgoddamn freedom)starspangledflagsof
summerperfect american pulchritude