Holiday Politics

If God is
thine god
let my country
be mine
I don’t
want
to
invade
anywhere
you don’t belong
if hunger be
a gift let it eat
my own heart
right through
the wrapping

(originally published in Delta Poetry Review, Summer 2025)

Election Year

do you believe in demons
it is an election year
which means half the populace is terrified
more than they usually are
half of us believe you can cast hell on a ballot
without holding your breath
cloaked and mortared
to cast bombs into the future
always parachutes
forthcoming days that glide like saliva
we argue until our tongues hurt
and our minds are worn from fire
that we build organically
rubbing sticks together
and the whole nation burns
cold and lifeless
what America needs
is for fewer people
to preach what America needs
and to follow the strays
who wander the streets
to see where they go

 

(originally published in Black Elephant Lit)