by KP Liles
It was always about the crude.
Extracting the dark
archives out
from under us.
A few wealthy men
plotting to own
everything, down
to the last
liquified remains
they groom
to burn. Virgin
trillions naked
for the taking.
O Power! the Power!
Unrivaled deployment—
Military, ICE, beyond oversight…
Taste Venezuela:
lest we forget
it’s a jungle out there.
War
drugs, law, lust
regime change
Mexico, Cuba
Minneapolis
Iran
Portland, Greenland
Behold! A politics of scandal
heaped on scandal heaped
on scandal heaped on
morals. On truth.
Still, the trafficked girls
will not be
silenced. Drill!
If you have the stomach for it.
It was always
about the crude.
KP Liles desires a better, safer world for his daughter. For his son, his family, his students, his community, his fellow decent human beings. So, while he would have preferred to have spent time indulging in his newfound enthusiasm for birding, he felt obligated to put on the poet uniform for this piece.
