The American Right’s Merger Of Christofascism, Ethnonationalism, And Greed
Two poems about America’s deranged political far right
Church & State
The self-employed prophets talk about god
like they know what he orders at the dive bar corner table
if he prefers a fizzy highball or straight kentucky burn
and the dictators pretend they can hear god’s jokes
and slap their knees with demagogic laughs
and these regalia antiquarians and uniform medal collectors
prance ahead of the marching nationalism parade promising
salvation for anyone who suffers for the state
and incredible afterlife wages in an unconvincing mint
but for now here’s a sack of flour and bag of beans per family
and pamphlets on the moral satisfaction of tightened belts
and an armband you’ll be punished for leaving at home.
25 November 2016
the election made me a crooner.
I have nothing to say specifically
it would take much too long to explain
everything that has gone wrong and unidealistic
the necessary taxi ride would be prohibitively expensive
so crooning is all I got
and I sing from my throat the garbled karaoke tunes
one bar to the next deep into the night
for small drunken audiences whose loners keep stopping me
to tell me to keep singing
loudly in my ear too close with their drunken breath
they say it makes them feel a little better.
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