Can anyone still really dispute
that what we are looking at
was meant to be so much more?
is there anyone out there who thinks this, this, is the goal?
that we’ve come far enough?
that this is as it should be?
and, my god, shouldn’t we have seen it coming?
It’s just like all the fairy tales:
his name was a prophecy,
is a prophecy.
I thought I knew better than to ignore a man’s name.
some people use exclamations well.
fuck, they say.
not good enough!
don’t have a word for all of this.
but if I did
it would sound like
and ear-splitting crack
of a branch, a big one,
I won’t use his word.
there are so many better ones:
humble, compassionate, wise,
passionate, ready, willing,
alive, invested, sure as hell gonna show up.
so many better things
a country, a people, a life,
that, I believe.
and I help write the words out on big paper:
at the very end of all of this
will this story be more than just a faded bumper sticker in a used car lot?
more than just another band of merry men who faded into the forest?
I write and write and write, and I try my best to listen.
but in the evening,
all I seem to know how to do is start another notebook,
convinced I’ve been renewed and restored
what it was I was
trying to do.