Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall
The president tried to buy Greenland today.
They’re trying to put us all out of work, starting with
fiction writers. It’s not stranger than fiction,
it’s crueler. They’re re-chiseling the Statue
of Liberty, her flame is going to be a gif
of John Wayne shooting a Native American.
Mt. Rushmore will somehow be whiter.
The bell in Philadelphia will be replaced
by one that isn’t a “drain on resources”;
they’re cutting the ADA to fund the swap.
Bootstraps are the new national bird
and they’re all we can eat come Thanksgiving.
Gristle-chewing the new national sport.
The president looked directly into an eclipse today.
It could be seen as funny at first, humor flowing in
to fill the gaps where words wouldn’t come.
We all liked making fun of that Oasis song, so bad
it was good, enjoyable even. It has all the hallmarks
of humor: the amateur guitarist fumbling chords and wailing
the chorus with unearned confidence. It’s been forever
since it was funny, but we still don’t know what to do.
We throw poems at the wall, see what
sticks. Throw songs and movies at the Wall,
trying to make a dent. To hell with that Wall.
We’re scared and we want to hear the sound
of another, singing, lifting a light
into this dark evening that is growing
from our soil, a hello brimming with languages.
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