a tanka sequence written in response to the upcoming Senate impeachment trial of the Inciter-in-Chief, Donald Trump
cracks
in the window
of the House chamber
blood stains
down the central aisle
lines of policemen
before the Capitol
an honor guard
carries an urn up the steps
to rest in the Rotunda
ensconced
at Mar-a-Lago
the Loser-in-Chief
doomscrolls through news
of his impeachment trial
blindfolded Justice
holds her scales and sword
in morning chill
Trump fans and foes shouting
'take back OUR country'
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