by Judy Trupin
I enter uninvited
faceless
masked or maskless unseen
I hide under a chair facing backward
a metal prong pokes my back
dagger to my heart no less
2016 flies high in the sky
banners everywhere
too late now for pussy hats
dragon suits or chimera wings
you and you and you
triumphant
trumpet
aglow with glaze of your private galaxy
while we the countless uncounted
crouch
the nation visible
here where you do not look
or if you do
crush under your boots
as you rise we fall
the dawn no longer ours
not rock not river not tree
we the
hopeless,
dreamless
unseen.
Judy Trupin writes, thinks, and votes in Pittsburgh PA.
