Fantastic Patriotism Poem by Robert Rorabeck

America killed a unicorn,

And turned on all the lights
Throughout the defeated forest;

We started to drive our cars around
Her, and didn’t stop until we’d had a good cry.

And someone made a movie.
And some attended home economics,
And some ate cornpone,
And some had a drag race;

And some debated,
And some relaxed
And stripped down to their bathing suits
And I swam in her light
Which was still effusive and not dispersed;

And the celebrations
Lasted a long time,
Well after July 4th
By most estimates;

And even after the rain,
The fuses evaporated hissing into cones,
The lawn littered and welcoming weeds,
And everyone up and gone back into the suburbs
Aglow from the chandeliers hanging from white popcorn,
The nostalgias
All alone,

There she lay
Yet beautiful and yet dead-