Poem: "Here Again, Gone Again"
Apr. 16th, 2024 01:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This poem is spillover from the April 2, 2024 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from Doug Edwards. It also fills the "Defenestration" square in my 4-1-24 card for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony Barrette.
Warning: This poem is political horror.
"Here Again, Gone Again"
Before the election,
people huddle in parties,
knock on doors all around
their various neighborhoods,
stick signs in the yards and
flyers on the doorknobs.
This historians mutter
definitions of obscure but
useful vocabulary terms
such as "plutocracy"
and "defenestration."
For some people, this
is a patriotic jamboree.
For others, it is an act
of quiet desperation.
It's a last-gasp effort
to hold onto something
worth saving in America
before it comes down to
here again, gone again.
Because they know that
if Trump gets re-elected
(despite the hate speech,
sex crimes, dozens of felonies,
and probable dementia), then
a significant number of
the women
and the blacks
and the Pagans
and the queerfolk
and the immigrants
and the other freaks
who keep things running
will look at each other and say,
"Screw this, I'm out of here!"
Warning: This poem is political horror.
"Here Again, Gone Again"
Before the election,
people huddle in parties,
knock on doors all around
their various neighborhoods,
stick signs in the yards and
flyers on the doorknobs.
This historians mutter
definitions of obscure but
useful vocabulary terms
such as "plutocracy"
and "defenestration."
For some people, this
is a patriotic jamboree.
For others, it is an act
of quiet desperation.
It's a last-gasp effort
to hold onto something
worth saving in America
before it comes down to
here again, gone again.
Because they know that
if Trump gets re-elected
(despite the hate speech,
sex crimes, dozens of felonies,
and probable dementia), then
a significant number of
the women
and the blacks
and the Pagans
and the queerfolk
and the immigrants
and the other freaks
who keep things running
will look at each other and say,
"Screw this, I'm out of here!"
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Date: 2024-04-18 01:45 am (UTC)(And if our pets live longer, who's going to welcome us when we cross the Rainbow Bridge?)