Time heals all wounds
And makes normal the insane,
The abhorrent, the terrifying;
Like the frog in boiling water
She distracts and delays
Until it’s too late,
Until the world becomes
A boiling caldron
And we die, alone and surprised.
The first step to tyranny is blame
Laced with fear:
Immigrants, minorities, The Other—
All who stand between the masses
And the glory of yesteryear,
When all was simple and all were tame.
“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” – Maya Angelou If they come for the Muslims, I shall be a Muslim; If they come for the immigrants, I shall be an immigrant; If they come […]
From January 2, 2016 to February 11, 2016–forty-one fucking days, but hey, who’s counting?–a group of white, armed, right-wing terrorists, led by Ammon Bundy, occupied the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge in Oregon. Their goal? To protest what, in their deranged […]
I am a Jew.
I have been a ship turned away
To face the cold spray
Of a cloudy ocean, fetid train,
Windowless chamber full of gas.
In polite society we hold doors open,
Say thanks and please, wear crisp
Suits when we drop bombs.
The pen is mightier than the sword—but not today.
When bombs explode, words turn to shrapnel
Like a lover’s demands left to the dead to obey,
A kiss carried off in death’s putrid satchel.
The cold light of winter filters through dusty windows,
Mixes with the buzzing of fluorescent lights.
I hear the slow shuffle of frayed jackets rustling,
Half-broken chairs straining under the weight
Of half-broken men and women and children, chipped
Tabletops holding like Atlas a world of Styrofoam
Cups and plates, plastic forks and knives,
Warm meals consumed by frigid bodies, minds, souls.
The arc of history is long, but it bends not toward justice
When bent by the powerful that say, “Just trust us.”
They cloak their lies in suits well pressed,
Cowards by injustice dressed.
The words are clear, o so clear!
Patriotism blaring from a bullhorn,
Justice promised in steel blindly shaped.
“The threat, the response,
The rule of law…” the President drones,
And the people listen, how they listen!
To his faultless monotone.