Invisible
We did not see him but he was there
Slurs disgrace the face that scares her reeking breath
Gagged, tagged and disappeared; he is still here.
The way the monsoon smells the tell of death.
Badges and name tags warn the celebration
Pressured thus her boasts deflate the sad balloons
Her gas chamber emptied out people whisper what is done
Minnesota calls and talks of loons.
Closing ranks the weak pretend it makes some sense
Maybe somebody will admit it’s slow
Fate’s certain demise circles round the evidence
We all know the bells quit ringing long ago.
Climate change seeps under the fools’ foundation
Made-up stories tattoo a wrinkled front for youth
No one pretends anymore it’s not vacation
Language of compliant adoration is their only sooth.
When perfect storms embrace the dark
And demons devastate the rotten core
Their food a gaseous muck arising out of her remark
Acid reflex digest what she sucks out of her private war.
Never hiding always out in front to play
Reporters scurry blind like it is always night
Stand now alone in front of words declaring it was not OK
Those Quaaludes in your desk can never heal the fright.
We do not see him but he is always here
Slurs disgrace the face that scares her reeking breath
Gagged, tagged and disappeared; he is buried here.
The way the monsoon smells the tell of death.