26 Oct 2016 – Nightmare
I used to wake up screaming (I was five years old),
dreaming of a slab of stone that fell from heaven.
A nightmare I could not escape, could not control.
A terror that kept coming back, age six… age seven….
Like men condemned to die I count the days that pass.
The nation’s fateful day of doom? November eighth.
I wake up, fearful, asking “what will come to pass,
if this or that one wins?” Each an avenging wraith.
I shudder at selecting flavored poison pills.
The voices grow more frantic, saying “make your choice!”
What fools we are to think these fools can heal our ills!
At least they’ve stopped pretending that we have a voice.