11/9, America


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I envy
my fellow countrymen, violently so,
these disenfranchised, war-less warriors with a meanness forged by faith
and hammered rock hard by life’s insults, delighting
in the shock, the horror
of watching
the stinking black abstraction they created,
The “Other,”
made nothing
with nothing:
An amputee scratching at limbs
that are no longer there.

This morning a cold, strange voice
whispers into my ear
Liberty fell last night,
it said,
her hip, died in the ambulance
of a heart attack.

We thought
you should know.

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