by Bonnie Jo Campbell
Good night almighty oaks, good night acorns
snug in shells. Goodnight hens, asleep on perches.
Good night good people of Minneapolis St. Paul
hanging sheets of plastic over doors broken down
by ICE agents. Lullaby your little ones to sleep.
Good night neighbors with cameras and whistles.
Good night Mr. President, tweeting your fury,
slide easy into haunting dreams of disloyalty,
dreams of failed plastic surgery, bad poll numbers,
dreams of not enough admirers or paying guests—
Remember the kerfuffle when caviar was served
at Mar-a-Lago in tiny plastic spoons? Never enough!
It’s natural to want more caviar, money and power.
It’s natural to want kids not to be afraid or hungry
or molested or separated or zip-tied or teargassed.
snug in shells. Goodnight hens, asleep on perches.
Good night good people of Minneapolis St. Paul
hanging sheets of plastic over doors broken down
by ICE agents. Lullaby your little ones to sleep.
Good night neighbors with cameras and whistles.
Good night Mr. President, tweeting your fury,
slide easy into haunting dreams of disloyalty,
dreams of failed plastic surgery, bad poll numbers,
dreams of not enough admirers or paying guests—
Remember the kerfuffle when caviar was served
at Mar-a-Lago in tiny plastic spoons? Never enough!
It’s natural to want more caviar, money and power.
It’s natural to want kids not to be afraid or hungry
or molested or separated or zip-tied or teargassed.
