Published on Sweet. in July 2020

A dark horse approaches
with a beacon for a snout
to light the looming specter
of cynics’ unstructured doubt.

With much to do and more to gain
and little Left to lose,
we link arms and open mouths
summoning hope from disuse.

From nap to nightmare
snapped and stupefied
by mayhem made in the
shadows of grass,
a slow-cresting stigmergy,
a logicless morass.

Centuries of storms
Foment the wake of our folly
~ of complacency mired
in screen scrolls
and death tolls
a vehement volley
of potent onus and scorn.

Courage and capacity
dawn the armor of patriots
primed to participate
in the race of Bases
against Ego and Vice:
a battle for balance
a cry for compassion
a need for nuance
– the reminder that redemption
of a country founded on freedom
and scarred with hypocrisy
can progress to the former
and address the latter
in stride and sincerity
not pride and temerity.

Saddled and steadfast
the dark horse gains speed –
– We are the Posterity
of Liberty’s seed.