how democracy died…

small infected cut
not visible to the eye
but soon it’s poison
entered the body’s blood stream
shutting down vital organs

danish folktale in america…

the brown bag prophet
sat comfortably
underneath
an autumn colored
maple tree
reading
a summary
about
the attempted
january insurrection
when he giggled
i asked
what’s so funny
about
such criminal behavior
smiling
and
shrugging his shoulders
he said
who would have
ever
thought
that the story
of
the emperor’s new clothes
would become
an allegory
for a nation’s
political history

january 6 traitors…

the soldiers of death
hollow minded infantry
waving hate’s banner
moving with slithering steps
into the battle with truth

 

 

four shredded sheets…

nothing
left
of
the dream
cracks
in the rampart
have
let
truth’s darkness
overwhelm
the dim light
of
national myths
now
the broken 
sharp
edges
of
reality
protrude
into
each day
severing hope
from
well-tutored
promises