on Wednesday

Mourning

[sic]

I woke
soul-

sick 

and nauseous

remembering the night before

when I told my three-year old daughter:

tomorrow 

there may be a lady president;

that she might be president someday

if she wanted.

I was overcome by the realization:

her first memories

of the presidency will be of

him

of pussy-grabbing fame
the wall-builder
endorsed by the KKK
the star-spangled banner waning

[sic]

over Mar-a-Lago some years ago
the Muslim banner waxing some years to come.

The bad hombres and

nasty women

have been sharing their

sorrow and fear

and it struck me:

if

things had gone differently
the outpouring would have been
vim and vengeance.

They are all right:

the system is broken

a broken man will lead it.