November 9, 2016
I sit in the dark pondering as
my incredulity slowly drains
like blood from an open wound
and reality begins to settle its
heavy mantle on my being.
over and over the ‘how and the why’
of it plays like a bad drum loop,
a nightmare’s soundtrack.
the red-capped demagogue sneers
as he pisses on sacred ground
where is the land of e pluribus unum?
where is our America?