windows blindfolded waiting for the execution even the sky is closed in fog the music on the radio is turned so low that no notes can get through there was an election light lost a ball of dead lead sits unsighted where there used to be sunA version of this poem appeared in Trump Tics (2020)
Thursday, November 7, 2024
Post-Election Fog 2024
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