In his newsreel fever dream, the only blacks one ever sees
Are bussing plates or shining shoes. Solar cells don't yet
Exist. All the women stay at home to watch the kids.
When they're in school, the women cook and clean,
And all the nation's needs are met by burly men with
Great machines in factories which issue plumes of smoke
Into the sky. The world goes back to how he dreams it,
How it never was.