America is Broken

like slivers of glass
chards
small chunks
scattered on the floor
from the vase
that sat for years
on the table
in the living room
dusted off
when someone remembered
and now
in this present time
bumped dumped thrown tossed
on the floor
fractured
into thousands of tiny pieces
laying like pick-up-sticks
move one move many
lose a turn
too many names to remember
sheeple, wingnuts, fundie-Christians
the teabags, instant coffee, Nescafé, and progressives
the promise keepers, oath takers, God’s assassins,
independents, republicans, democrats
elephants and donkeys
black lives matter, well really black votes matter
Mexicans are illegal
rapists and murders
but like the ones that vote for us…they are fine
no moslems allowed
to be buried here
to consecrate this ground
I love Israel, I hate Israel
but I have good friends who are Jew
I’ve been to Jew wedding and eaten their food
and I know a gay guy

lets all carry guns
in the open
on our hips
so people know what we stand for

this fragmentation
is forever, now
the diaspora of community
manifest in the slivers and chards
no hand will set
no glue will bind
the vase that use to sit on the table
in the living room

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