It was the carnage of post-elections.
More rain fell; the sad citizens took
to streets, windswept for change. Birds
voiced disagreements over power lines
soon to be torn down for an elected
Wall. The people seeing the future
in tombstones. More bird-attacks online,
more nests and senior birds shot
in an urban crackdown. Dissenters be damned.
The Islamic will Mecca on despite disrepair.
The rustic has rusted nails on barn doors;
now houses, infected. Trust is a homeless
black man turned away with pleas
for water. The rains will drench the next
four years, forecasts the weatherman
(he'd prefer predicting hot places
for riots).
Elsewhere, a black man fumbles for
change in a white restaurant. Obama's
portrait hangs, history behind the counter.
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