polemical poetry to prickle the politics of "permanent austerity"
thistles stretch their prickly arms afar
Sorry Lewis. Apologies Sacajawea, and Jefferson
And Hemings. Leave Dubois, Mott and Cisneros.
Turn over your keys Tubman, Scott, and Dylan.
America huckstered you Whitman and Ms. Simone.
And the purges are coming now, like a dark storm
One sees on a horizon of sea…plainly inescapable…
It will get much darker see. I promise you.
Do not burden me with your what’s fair and not so.
Do not bring me huddles of those what could not
Be bothered. Turn away with your tired and broken -
You bake open voice and flour mass with sorrows.
Deeper cuts with sisters; a bed with almost truth.
We despair how hard living is here…self-plague,
Self-famine and warring clans…this is my land.
This though will be that place of strict order. Lethal
Ideas will be washed away. Such a word will be
A slur, a blasphemy, an amphibious blemish. Yawn
…sirens heard out my sliding door warn not of what
Is coming but already settled in between the sheets.
Sean J. Mahoney lives with Dianne, her mother, three renters, and three dogs in Santa Ana, California. He believes in salsa, dark chocolate, and CBD. Sean helped create to the Disability Literature Consortium (www.dislitconsortium.wordpress.com) and co-edited the first 3 volumes of the MS benefit anthology Something On Our Minds.