50K MS (b)

A world away,


kindred spot,


hurricanes known


by their real name:


Death.


 


cool blue morning


on decaying balconies-


 


plates of Trump


approving Barbecue,


fish that I


wish not to know


of what it approves-


 


there is no struggle


only satisfactionuntilfear


whipped again:


horsedriven


polling places.


 


I am


from here and there


of neither.


 


Count fifty


thousand miss-i-ssip-pis


am home


I do not belong.


 


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