(In Homage to Dylan Thomas)
I forget the things that good sense and
decency do
when for so long we cow-tow to thugs,
not
the values we were taught, and when
morals go
as used condoms, into the trash, after
fucking the not-so gentle
porn star, and the cultists plunge
Into
the Capitol, and tell the assembled
that
they should be hanged for the
good
of the country, then its nighttime
in America, a night
of lies, of conspiracies, of grievance,
new but certainly old
and the story of rebellion against
common sense, of hatred, an age-
old malady of the human race, and by now
we should
have burned away these angers, yet still
falsehoods burn
in our neighbors, burdens for which they
will bear blood, and
they march with spearheads and bear
spray in great rage
and take aim at the houses of our law,
at
the liberty so many died for, ready to
close
democracys long chapter, praise
death, kill, shout with joy of
destruction on the sad height, curse the
day.