you’re no patriot
playing pretend dress-up
in Chinese knock-off
tacti-cool underroos
wrapped up in your
monuments and tombs
where you pray
for a history that never was
throwing yourself
into front lines
you don’t belong
while your Twitler
inspects his bunker
investing in
comrades and klansmen
for just another 5%
increase to our national hate
poisoning the lifeblood
of a more perfect union
while you become
the low hanging fruit
being seen for what you are
only now becoming afraid
of the truth and
consequences

Goodnight, Taj Mahal by Andre Peltier
Deep below earth, clay and sand, deep below roots and aquifers, it lies in wait. Like that silent coyote stalking her white-tailed deer through the brush, it waits patiently and