they march right
in, four by four
by four, each
their own red
ant, puff-bellied,
quick-and-dirty
legged, eager
to order sand
and stone and
servitude to replace
artifacts of
before. how long
does it take to
collapse it? to destroy
an entire country?
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt
I don’t write political poetry much. There are enough poets out there who do, and they do so better than I. Also, I’m not partisan. In fact, I’m anti-party. Parties are like high school cliques, but with power and money.
What I am is concerned. Every time there’s an administration change, we now have to worry about the transition.
This was not always the case when I was younger. Absolutely, there were things to agonize about, but the past decade or so feels different. I find myself saying the Serenity Prayer more often. The fate of our country loiters in my mind like a threat. We have lost our sense of justice. Of safety.
