Trump Anger

Afterbirth of a Nation

The delivery was painful
We thought Mother America was carrying the twins-
Tweedle Can't and Tweedle Won't
But there was a fun house mirror in her womb
It distended the fists
and scrunched the brain of all who looked

Is it possible she contracted the zika virus when Hillary sent her south?
To meddle in Honduras?
As if!
As if the virus was foreign--
Don't blame an immigrant microbe
The gene is domestic and had been recessive

Look in the scrap book for Ford and Disney at the bridal party
of the Weimar republic and the Great Depression
They returned with a thirst and an aspirational lust
it didn't come to full term then
There was a holocaust and we covered the mirrors
as Jews do when they mourn.

Where is the cloth, and how does it unfold?
Do we swaddle our reflection,
or soak it in accelerant for a baptism in fire?