Poetry | Politics
He Has An Arrow Missing From His Moral Compass
Life After Impeachment
The clock has turned, our lives are changed. We missed our chance to play the game.
Now we play the longer game with different rules that shift the truth.
As we fought to keep our rights they slipped a masked intruder into our sturdy House.
He has an arrow missing from his moral compass. It caused the tide to turn and he was swept away.
In the troupe a hidden cast. They hold a different script. Their clicking tongues and squawking facts preoccupy our minds.
Their doping of excitement feeds us well and we can’t erase the tracks the needles leave behind.
Unhinged and swinging loose; a squeaking rusty gate. We transitioned to intolerance.
There was no beacon lit to summon aid. There was no warning light.
Waiting in the darkened wings, is a savior with a friendly mask that hides the Cuckoo underneath.
In our foolish desperation we think he is a better choice. For the moment, we are grateful and relieved.