After a soul gut punch
self-care yet suggests the best defense is this
symbolic thumb on nose waggling at that monstrous
colossus of the orange pancake make-up billionaire-financed grift
& a resisting middle finger held aloft also for those multiple following maniacs
with their horrifying horde tactics media-unleashed in the most nausea-inducing
camera flashes before microphones droning how even the supposed winners
can be sore gluttons of the worst sort who revel & relish
in their wet dreams getting off sadistic on what sociopathic hate may bring yet
in work camps and firing squads for those they deem enemies since not
Christofascist theocrats sycophantic states ordain to sustain Might is Right,
the new order, Mein Kampf, Herr Dictator wannabes
whom the gentlest of souls pray the Furies of old myths to find,
tame, make a humane universe of

as the birds go on busily singing in bushes, trees & on telephone lines,
their pure innocence giving lessons on how industrious nature is wisest
at feeders seeding backdoors big as seas deeper than all profundity
shall one day persevere over as global sanctuary in earth’s living blue dot,
this planet time as energy still has eternal enough uses for
despite what atoms, atomic, are in greedy Tsetse fly governments.

– Stephen Mead