after billions of dollars, hoarse from shouting, after
the sheer will power to move the "people" did not even nudge them,
no, not even decades of misogyny, or threats of mass deportations, no,
not even our gaze into the hellish summer heats or swirling debris of
yet more powerful hurricanes, no, there is nothing to be done.
Let's rest then, next to a fuzzy friend, an innocent youngster,
no more postcard parties, or fantasies that the message we believed in
meant ....anything. It did not.
In any case,
the wealthy will do fine in an autocracy as long as the house is still standing.
I thought we were fighting for all of us, in fact, but no,
they will fight for themselves, I imagine, or maybe, no
maybe not, they will maybe fight each other? In the darkness
when their neighbor is pulled from her bed, or will they celebrate
as she was not meant to be the "other", aren't there other "others".
For now, I will rest, watch the snow fall outside the window,
only momentarily disturbed by the man pushing his cart
overflowing with blankets, hoping for a better day
tomorrow.
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