ameriKKKan PTSD
Poem: reflections on the Fourth & the 5th
ameriKKKan PTSD
I saw what I expected to see this morning, at sunrise while late night revelers slept trash garbage litter waste rubbish an unholy Trumpery of human SHIT scattered everywhere evidence of grand [wizard] celebration of empire of fascism of lies of hate of hypocrisy I don’t know what I felt yesterday or today I am numb I am triggered I am a walking case of ameriKKKan PTSD it’s easy enough to talk tough on-line or self-deprecate ourselves into a virtual hole as a coping mechanism but it’s another thing to try and live day-to-day watching, knowing, dreading seeing no one do anything to stop it ‘surreal’ is not a strong enough word to describe what is happening I don’t think we have a word yet but we will, one day when someone looks back in horror at what we did and did not do I listened, inside of my house to the laughter the glee, the shrieking as the ‘bombs bursting in air’ shook not just my walls but my own personal foundation my soul and made me think of dead women, children and all the people held in ameriKKKan concentration camps who don’t make the news and the legion who cheer it on and the companies who fund it and the media who sells beer and weight loss pills in between segments my only solace this year and years past the face of Rod Serling his voice I can only imagine what he would think about what we have become who we are the personification of his monsters all of his lessons, lost fodder for marathons and endless commercials a master class in ethics ignored by masses of people who Serling would speak about in a legendary monologue as examples of the wicked, heinous and depraved and I can’t shake the feeling that maybe maybe… this is all just a dream maybe if I listen just right I’ll hear the music his monologue and wake up in the past, in my chair, the TV on relieved it was only a nightmare but I know it’s not an episode I know I am here, now I know Rod is dead I know this is reality I know that even The Twilight Zone is not a strong enough analogy for what we are going through for what we are to endure
S/C