It was a bad day in America and in the world five years ago when the former Resident of the United States was inaugurated before a pitiful crowd with only D list entertainers even willing to be part of the celebration. Of course, the Cheeto lied about just almost everything about the day. Our misery was only starting. On the occasion I penned this verse.The Great Crash at Crush, Texas, September 15, 1896.
January 20, 2017
The locomotives are aligned on a single track,
throttles lashed wide open,
the engineers jump as they pick up speed
belching black smoke and urgency.
The time has come, nothing can stop it now.
There is nothing to do but stare slack jawed
or turn your head and cringe.
If in your enthusiasm for the spectacle
and to get your money’s worth
for the excursion ticket,
you crowd too eagerly close,
you are riddled with cast iron shrapnel
and scalding steam.
It’s exactly like that.