Solstice

Written in December '23

the point of no return has passed,

the days will become longer again

as time marches on like the

great army on the way to

its great defeat…

 

this appears to be the path

of this once great nation,

if this nation was ever

great at all…

 

the fascist was kicked

off the ballot in one state

and it’s possible it could

occur in others…

 

but even if the fascist

skirts the brink and

comes away from it,

it’s unlikely the party

that loves him will

win the ultimate prize…

 

trends in history can

change, and they’re

predictable enough

to last for long periods

of human-sized time…

 

the other party is the

only one that can outright

win an election, while the

fascist’s party requires

intervention from

built-in undemocratic

means to gain victory…

 

and the trend of the

other party owning

the hearts and minds

of the urban people

has been shown in

recent history,

blueberries floating

in a sea of tomato soup…

 

land doesn’t vote,

making the math of

one person, one vote

quite unbalanced…

 

but then flyover country

would never receive

the proper voice its needs

if the urban islands

control the levels of power…

 

but the campaigns rarely

come to the rural lands

because they don’t swing

an election, the states

that could swing do…

 

so they’re ignored altogether

no matter how it is sliced…

 

and now that the solstice

has passed and a new year

is soon to be thrust upon us,

it’s going to be a fun one

because it’s now cycled through

to one that’s divisible by four…

 

just make sure to watch your

step out there and get

some cleats on your boots…

 

the fall comes unexpectedly