Twenty days and it will be a year
of your pillaging, rape, and burning
of the economy, citizens, and our Constitution.
Your bilious shadow
hangs over our heads like
a toxic cloud
we watched roll in from the election-night horizon
in horror,
its momentum seemingly unstoppable,
hope gasping in its wake.
The stench, since it arrived,
is unbearable,
the effects, corrosive.
Lady Liberty’s robes are pitted
with the acid of your bigoted breath, smeared
with the smuts of your fascism.
Your EPA advisor declares
the air too clean for human health,
so you destroy the agency that protects it.
Record fires scorch California
where the seeds of a new republic
are rooting,
the smoke of your lies about climate change
suffocating science and progress.
In the cold of the rest of the country,
we see our words of protest come out as hoarfrost,
nature trying to freeze you into silence,
save Florida and Texas,
strongholds of the whirlwind of your hot air.
And even they have seen themselves
under dirty water
filled with the shit of deregulation
and greed.
Nature rebels at you,
as we should do.
Only earth itself is waiting,
of the four elements,
to shake you off
like filth from a wet dog.
-January 1, 2018
