One Hundred Days of MAGAtude

One Hundred Days of MAGAtude



One hundred days in,
Teetering on the cusp of nothingness
Cloaked in bombast:
Call it, “losing,” if you must:
Call it action by inactivity:
“Conservatism,” if you’re grasping:
“Authoritarianism,” if you’re overreaching.

One hundred days in,
Wondering what comes with one-oh-one,
Made history re-made:
Populist demagoguery:
Inch-measuring by the foot:
Confusing electoral with popular
Except when it’s convenient.

One hundred days in,
Flopping where feud-picking flips again,
Pivoting one-eighties:
Conflating fact with alternates:
Instigating feckless foes:
Pitting science against faith,
Favoring—understanding—neither.

One hundred days in,
Handlers with hands and lips overwhelmed
By faux hysterics, bubbled:
On the sheen betwixt hired, fired,
Marginalized and replaced,
Repealed-not-repealed. Cut,
De-tethered, toxified, not-cut.

All bluffs:
Like tax-free disclosures,
Like bumbled mandates,
Like threatened shut-downs,
Like overblown crowd sizes,
Like walls and bans and
            Treaties
And impulsive triggers:
Populist rhetoric,
Neo-con rhetoric,
Anti-other rhetoric,
Isolationist rhetoric.
Like MOABs on empty bunkers,
Like Tommys on empty airfields,
Like jobs in emptying industries,
Like bullets in empty chambers,
Like hate in empty minds:
Still bluffing.

One hundred days in,
Where détente is blasphemy,
Where ideals are ridiculous,
Where nuance is shattered,
Where what is who without why:
Where already-great America
Needs making great again, again.

One hundred days in,
Embarrassed, dark years yet to endure.
Yet,Democracy and Republic
And Constitution stronger than
            This, history’s fecund blip:
Great days ahead, just beyond


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