The aquamarine water of the Gulf
Deposits jumbled shells at my feet
Objects valued as souvenir treasures
By many who are at this Florida beach
Looking out at the distant horizon
Blue sky above and green sea below
The backdrop of an idyllic scene
Peaceful serene ebb and flow
Mexico is somewhere over there
Beyond the curved edge of the visible
Still on the map for now
Warily watching American aggression
The gulf between here and there
Like the chasm between what is
And what could be possible
Cannot be reconciled
The remote controlled drones assassinating
People in small boats posing no threat
The warships blockading Venezuela
Pirates seizing oil tankers with impunity
This is the end stage of the American empire
Though what comes next and when
No one can say with certainty
Only that the internal repression will escalate
