On Hallowed Ground

On Powdered Ground by Agnes Obel plays.

“Why did you side with Casi?” Lacey Banks asks Chris Hayes as a child.

“Aww. Because I liked her better.” says Chris Hayes, mostly condescendingly like a teacher.

“Why?” asks Lacey.

And at that BP America poops out of their belly.

For The Widows In Paradise by Sufjan Stevens plays.

“Sorry. See…we run the machines. And refine the oils.” says Exxon, laughing.

“Where the oil come from?” asks Lacey.

“Magic land.” says Exxon.

“Magic land where?” asks Lacey, in wonder.

“FUCK!” says Exxon.

“Casi is just nicer.” says Chris Hayes.

“Yeah. I relate to Chris.” says JFK.

“Me too.” says Jonah.

“And we’re sad.” says Chris Hayes.

“Why are you sad?” asks Lacey.

Richard Nixon is enraged. “As a father.” he says, bitingly.

Broken Belief by Bob Moses plays.

“Why you so damn sexy, teacher?” Lacey asks Chris Hayes. “Show us your moves wit ya mind! Or you LYING!”

“I do every night.” says Chris Hayes.

“I’m not impressed.” says Lacey. “It’s cheap shit, intellectually.”

“That hurts.” says Chris Hayes.

“Really? You can process that emotional thought?” says Lacey.

“Barely.” he admits.

And at that Flint, Michigan dies. Why? Because Lem was straight.

Run the Road by Santigold plays.

“It’s okay. It happens.” says Africa.

“Yeah.” says America in Michigan.

“But usually it doesn’t happen here!” says America.

“Why not?” asks a dead block woman, hauntingly.

“Because we’re not cock sucking bastards.” says America.

“But Africa is?” asks Africa.

“Sure is!” says America.

“DAMN STRAIGHT!” said JFK only half joking, in early November of 1963.

“I’m straight.” says Lem Billings.

“Yup! And I didn’t suck your cock. YOU sucked mine.” yells JFK.

Later.