Sweet emptiness,
Puffy,
Non-nutritive.
Dull.
High calorie air.
We gather to discuss
Nothing
Dressed in our marshmallow suits.
Among the poll workers
Heads down, gloves on, concentrating on one simple task: counting the individual votes that make up a collective decision. The Governor, Lt. Governor, and Secretary of the Commonwealth of PA all spoke to their duties of receiving votes, protecting votes, counting votes. Beautiful. Peaceful. Government.
The live-cams showed busy people…
Must wash the muck
Away
In this dingy creek that flows
on the way home.
My father —
Shamed —
Works twice as hard
To cover my inheritance.
Wasted.
Promise, promise him labor
As servant not son
To cover some — just some
Of the damage I’ve done.
Who is this
Running this way?
A man,
Shameless,
Exuberant,
Like a silly girl?
The earth hums.
Beneath the din
A guitar strums.
The writer pens
The only story there ever was.
Timbers crack
Capitals crumble
A nation scrambles from the carnage wrought
By a porcine joke
Pretending to be king.
Pleas fail
For he is deaf.
The bearers of his litter
Honor lecherous vows
While the country swoons
False prophets
Mirror with egos all their own
For influence
Splattering pigs’ blood upon altars
Formerly sacred
Let the destroyers pass on
To their deserved scorn
Let the nation recover itself
As a place of welcome,
Of opportunity,
Of service to others
A beacon on earth.
Let the church reconstitute
With a new vision of good news
(Not cable news)
Simple faith
In an unseen edifice
Towering above all that crumbles.