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I've been writing a poem a day since the first lockdown weekend here in southern California back on March 22nd. And because the year's been scary enough, I wasn't going to write any Hallowe'en poems. But then...
The first respect that Present lists
Is absolutely key.
No matter what, we all partake
Of one humanity.
Denying that will cross a line
And must provoke rebuke.
To preach that humans don't deserve
Consideration's puke.
Belief that skin or culture must
Determine fate is wrong.
To claim that white is always right's
The opposite of strong.
Commandments have come and commandments have gone,
Engraved upon stone or dissolved in the mist.
Regardless the language in which they've been drawn,
"Thou shan't be a jerk" is the top of the list.
Ascribed to a god or with secular twist,
The order extends as a cultural norm
Despite what the numberless ages insist:
It proves an impossible deed to perform.
Aghast for years, it's hard to stay alert,
To find the fortitude the times require.
The fluffy clouds of hope get tinged with dirt,
Become disheveled, call for baling wire
And constant supervision. How I tire
Of gnashing all my teeth, of clenching eyes,
Of shaking heads and long, bewildered sighs.
Perhaps I'll sit for once and fold my arms—
Except instead of current, loathsome lies,
A rainbow future beckons, full of charms.
It prickles deep within me: fear
Entangled through my chest.
Whenever people gather near,
I gasp a thinner atmosphere
While looking unimpressed.
Projecting calm is vital: none
Can know the clench I feel.
I squint a glance. Is that a gun?
A badge reflecting noontime sun?
It's getting more surreal.
In school, the kids who punched me? Blonde,
Displaying hearty smiles.
Instinctively, I now respond
With twitches, snorts, and more beyond;
Inside, my heart reviles.
In the last 18 hours or so:
I sang and played guitar at the 4PM and 6PM Christmas Vigil masses, a half hour carol service from 9:30 till 10, a "Mass During the Night" which is what they call the Midnight Mass now since the Vatican lets us do it at 10PM, and an 8AM "Mass at Dawn." So merry et cetera to all, and to all a good "Bounce of the Sugar Plum Fairy."
Mike
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