Sonnet Before the End of Days
November 5, 2016
All the things that matter trigger madness
In a nation gulping anxiety
As an addict guzzles against sadness,
Emptiness, and haunting mortality.
Will the sun rise? Will all the planets track
Their normal orbits on November nine?
Or will they wobble, travel out of whack
If the Evil One (whether yours or mine)
Receives the title President-elect?
Will these fault lines in our democracy
Heal with time, or prove, by their effect,
Our ruler now is named Insanity?
Let’s all take a breath, let our anger wilt
Lest we destroy all our ancestors built.