America Defututa

Give it up. Give up on it.
Not all living things in it.
Not all living lives in it.

Whatever it is, isn’t.
As soon as you embrace it,
Wrap your head around that name,

You’ve lost it. It’s gone to bits.
There’s no proper noun for it.
One name just happened to stick

And now that name is a stick
To beat or get beaten with.
Give it up. Give up on it,

The name. It’s exhausted, spent
By its brutal excitements.
Let’s not mention it again.