Excellent Beginnings

Burn down the bowling alley until nothing's left.
Except a scar of black question marks on the hillside.
That's right, I looked toward the Drink-&-Bowl (or
so I named it) every time I drove past. Northbound
Indiana state highway 41. Those were
in the days when I would regularly smoke marijuana
on forays through the Hoosier state.
Some fields, a picnic there. Grass, clouds,
boys, mainly not, barns, just space.

Space and more space. Grist. Earth. Trees
and threaded fencerows. Burn the braying
shapes of ancestors with the county building.
Take the universities while you're at it. The places
of knowledge. Dredge the rivers. Disrupt the hydrology.
Call it a case of
excellent beginnings.