Nation part 1

He was hound dawged  
Sweated  
Mud in his eye  
But red, similar the color of cherries  
 
His  load  
Delusions of grandeur -carried in a burlap sack  
eclipsed the threshold a Moon before his person  
 
Lumbering  
 
And foul  
 
Grunt and whiskeyed breath  
Enough to make a small one dizzy ...
 
Enough to clear the front of house  with only a hint of his mood  
 
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip  
Mud like lava caked his expression  
 
The man had seen War  
But not enough  
 
Not enough  
 
Only a little..
A promise incomplete  
 
His War had been a nursery rhyme
Full of..  
 
Barnyard animals  
Vulgar with anthropomorphism  
Machete held  by pigs paw  
Rebel yells that quacked  
 
And so he entered the threshold  
(Sanctuary actually)  
Hulk and mass inescapable  
And indescribable in regards to appetite  
(Though I will try)  
 
As said ..
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip  
Exposing the ancestry beneath his skin Monks hood  
 
I think ..
Something lovely  
And deadly  
 
And I certainly feel..  
worthwhile