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| Empty Vessel Stomping on the US Constitution Trump Sculpture Series #4 by Judith Peck |
Maybe you held the moon in your hands
and watched it morph
into a spiked border wall
in high-definition.
Maybe you saw your shaggy body
perfected
in a mirror of hashtags
believing the world wanted you.
Maybe you were soulless and filled
with explosives timed
to go off at just
the wrong time. Or not.
A king, you see, is a window
into the house. Into the heart. I meant
to say such a man is a door
into what we dream, what we think.
Not all doors open. Meanwhile
you let the rest of us
dissolve on your tongue like nitro.
Don't you know everything
you ever said or did
will be used against you
in the court of public opinion?
Maybe we can rearrange
your disorder to some kind
of warped metal sculpture
that reflects us, no longer
a bad reflection on us.
Moon or no moon
hands contain veins,
old blood. When you leave
the gilt throne you erected
in your own image
please take your fake weather
with you.
Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan lives in South Florida and writes noir with a dark humor. Books have been released by publishers in the US, UK, Canada, and Australia. Poetry chapbooks include The Art of Bars (Finishing Line Press, 2016), Days' End (Main Street Rag Publishing, 2017), and Final Arrangements (Prolific Pres, 2019). Project XX, a novel about a school shooting, was published in 2017 by Salt Publishing in the UK.
