—-ode to wausau (“the far away place”)

this town is atypical to any foreigner
any member without reverence for its constant
social maintenance, family networking
i am your dirty messenger
the outside informer
upon your untouched yet far from cleansing morality
wiping dustballs, years of drunken affirmation
that solitude does not breed indifference
but sensitivity
of course
and i would point to the graves of all that never had a funeral
all that never had a flower
you speak as if you were an abused native on your rented land
but rape is in your blood
and this world’s shape is self-evident
to the degree by which your indignation will breed more of what you insidiously ignore
to squat without conscience
for i am
only the messenger