Minorities

This is his jungle; his silly politics; where the
grammar of his life is to bring on camouflage;
duck behind the bushes; leopard-crawl away
from the hostile forces. If you can't beat them,
he'd say: you join them. Even if his heart and
penis leads him another direction; in their (lack
of an) opinion: a horribly wayward one. Yet,

Oh little man, where art thou? Do you not see;
the earth cracking wryly at the center; there can
only be his team and their enemies? Whose side,
are you on? Set aflame the candles and pray: not
for reconciliation; but for victory. Do you hear?
Do you not hear? That strident voice; "Down
with the majority!"; The sergeant screaming,

"Oh! You minorities!
Hide no more; prepare for war.
Take up arms; take them down."


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 10:30 am