Mickey Mouse came to the new world
with his ancient paraphernalia
- a cauldron, a wand
boosted from the paleolithic.
The wilderness was full of strange forces
that Mickey could bind, but not understand.
Chop down all the trees, all of them
boil the Indians in the cauldron.
Around our tables we eat
good food, a peasant dream of calories.
Steamboat Willy takes the river down
to sell his slaves at all the river towns.
Will he ever be forgiven
for his innocence, that mouse?
He’s gone now. Died in a quagmire
of his own devising.