Hate and the march

I’m so proud of all the marches across the country today. The turnout gives me great hope. I’m not a good poet, but this arose out of the last year, yesterday, and my fears going forward and this is the thing that the marches today defy:

 

the shape of hate is diffuse
smoke at night invisible
desperate
agent orange, thalidomide, love canal
health
prosperity
winning
termite gluttony gnawing chewing
needing
what they can’t find
and crave and demand
tasty hate
that stretches the stomach with
sawdust

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