For Wisconsin’s Governor Scott Walker
They set the scene.
I’ll not forget.
The dreaded rainbow,
the shimmy-shine shenanigans,
the outside swithering in.
It was all-important,
many sibilant syllables
hissing there;
vague whisperings
from a fringe stage
menacing right;
proscenium unbalanced
in a pursuit of
total disregard.
Our sesamé child,
parturient, bottom
patted dry, furies
a fling of words
against jackdaws
declaiming from the wings.
No, I’ll not forget,
not what was yesterday;
not what today;
not what will be,
tomorrow.
Barbara Lightner is a 70-year old shameless agitator, retired. She began writing incidental poetry in law school to escape the tension and boredom of death by law, and has been at it ever since. She has been published in works by Grey Fox Press, Angel Press, The Feminist Connection, and others. Her poetry has appeared in various journals, including Verse Wisconsin, Poesia, New Verse News, and in the anthologies Letters to the World, and The Lesbian Path.
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