Vexed to nightmare
they storm the Capitol.
What Trump urges
his minions carry out.
One hundred forty-seven
Cataline representatives
object to a certified election
they cannot overturn.
The best lack all conviction
the worst are full of passionate intensity.
Capitol windows are smashed
The Temple of Democracy
breached by a white mob
Pipe beatings, grinning selfies
yelling costumed men
with horns and pelts
Camp Auschwitz t-shirt
American Kristallnacht
Trump flags flail
one Confederate flag flutters
their lives shrunken to symbols
sitting at the speaker’s dais
rappelling from the gallery
ransacking Pelosi’s office
“Where are they?”
“Hang Pence.”
Plastic ties seek hostages
Holy Christian warriors
And what rough beast
its hour come round at last
slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
