I’ve ingested the bigot —
imbibed his words in each step that falters,
felt the cruel weight of lies
in every doubt and deprecation,
muted judgement of the system
that I might prejudge myself
in ****** images he inscribes.

This fight will go down into the dark
caverns of unreason
until the morning of unknowing  
shall expel the burrowing villain
that cannot live without destroying
his only host.

The third world is all around us
and for those who fear invasion like
germophobes fear the handshake, even
a gesture of friendship is toxic —
the air is full of mites and things you can’t see
so better clad up faith in iron to free belief
from fact —  
leave it to the missiles, and the barbed wire —
and tell me, how much is this antique bible worth
at auction?

a moment of reverie,  i am somnambulant
after desperate winter, there is spring
aching in sunlight, gleaming like the buttons
on a chrome radio,
a house with its roof torn,
shattered toys spread through the yard

love is a crash cart
full of supplies
the late nurse pushes
from room to room
delivering each one
allotments of mercy
long before daybreak