How dare I
They call poetry impermissible after Auschwitz
For how after such enormity
Dare I fret over finicky intricacies like an unspecified they
And numbers so large as to defy intellect
Horrifyingly defy empathy
Oppressing with horror

The numbers are smaller now so far
Only a million and a half dead that we know of
And who can conceive of a million
Biden won Georgia by twelve thousand votes
I’ve been in crowds four times that size in my life
But seventy million voted for the Pennywise
Who refuses to vacate the White House

A man with a long black rifle
Strutted about outside the facility
Where votes were being counted
Careful to get himself on camera
I guess embryos are endowed
With the right to bear arms
And government of by and for the pissants

Name-calling is wrong I admit confess and concede
But I fail to suppress my disgust
Over the cowards who chortle over suffering and death
I’m compelled to speak
I turn my back in horror
I don’t know what to say