what have we wrought?

I awoke this morning one way
Now I'm another.
I woke full of hope and piss and vinegar
for the day,
for the election and
my socks
and friends
and even royal weddings.

But now
we have a dead enemy.
What earthly good is that?

Now we have people thinking,
actually thinking with their brains,
that this is a good time to dance.
To wave bits of material
and shout out slogans of loyalty
and love
as if those emotions could rest
on the same lips
and that would be
a good thing.

As if love and hate
both together
gave you purchase up this
hard tight rope.

As if hate and love were
flowers in the same
good garden.

As if 'this' and 'that'
were ever anybody's
salvation.