James McKee

WHITE LIES

Close the book

and shake your head:

makes you think,

what those men did.

Well, days like that are done.

[number one]

 

We arrive to find

no one around.

Once the wars

make it all ours,

we save a lucky few.

[number two]

 

They sail here in chains

but we set them free

[which makes three],

so we’re not to blame

for what happens way before

we’re born. [and four]

 

Soldiers we send

to far-off lands

bring freedom’s gift.

[that’s a fifth]

It can’t be an empire if

it’s us. [and sixth]

 

This country’s built

for men who can sprint

ahead of all others,

not for losers

whining how the lanes aren’t even.

[and now seven]

 

One faith to shape

this nation [eight],

one god to guide

its progress [nine],

one book spelling out when

it ends. [and ten]

James McKee enjoys failing in his dogged attempts to keep pace with the unrelenting cultural onslaught of late-imperial Gotham. His debut poetry collection, The Stargazers, was published in the spring of 2020, while his poems and essays have appeared or are forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Spoon River Poetry Review, Another Chicago Magazine, New Ohio Review, Grist, New World Writing, Illuminations, CutBank, Flyway, THINK, The Midwest Quarterly, and elsewhere. He spends his free time, when not writing or reading, traveling less than he would like and brooding more than he can help.

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