HORRIBLES
OUT OF A FEVERED DREAM A LEGION OF HORRIBLES
I fought with dark-eyed young men all weekend as my
blue-eyed husband stood by Afraid that I would beat
them: You’re not leaving my house bastards until my
water is hot and my tank revivified Hot water illusive
in stucco townhouse waning days of Fall before the fall
Affriah a plumber from Nairobi tells me it’s all by the
book lady as though his divining is biblical But what I
really want is some certainty The hard passage is getting
to me This week I woke to read that Michael Buble’s son
now 3 has been diagnosed with cancer How can this be?
I’d imagined cancer reserved for plebes like you +me One
rarely reads about stars +royalty succumbing to the disease
Perhaps they endure theirs quietly secretively so that we
continue to see them as super-heroic untouchables Safe in
large beds by the sea
While the scourges known to the rest of us flourish in apartments
with dank hallways +urine soaked carpets In suburban ghettos
with trimmed hedges +jaded dogs who do not howl at the moon
Instincts of man + beast AWOL No possibility of survival in coming
Trumpocracy
Where feral dogs will be loosed upon cities Clean up the riff raff So
much cheaper than walls The new siren’s call: chortle of lumpy man
in a santa tie Orange skin evil twin of Adolph? America seduced by
Solvenian model wife in pink pop tops who will make America clean
Rid it of all that is mean She who worked illegally in her first months
Land of the free Cormac McCarthy America’s greatest living writer
would call them gibbering apes Now walking up Pennsylvania Avenue
gilt chairs carried by a legion of deplorables
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A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked and clad in the
skins of animals. As once men did believe, they may believe again.
(Cormac McCarthy Blood Meridian 1985 The Crossing 1995)
Fall 2016 Save Civilization Vote for Hillary
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