lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Masked

During the pandemic they called it a diaper, 
called it capitulation to deep-state coercion, 
the mark of the sheeple, they refused it and 
that was freedom then, that shifty word 
that means what you want it to mean and 
only while it's useful, they wear gaiters now, 
their faces under cover of a new deep state, 
this one in body armor, bulging sidearms, 
they board the bus and scan for the brown ones, 
for now it's the brown ones, we'll see who 
comes next, the blond from central casting 
uses words you think you've heard before, 
where have you heard those words before? 
history holds synonyms, unearthed like 
the anarchy of the second coming: they have 
never wished an end to terrorism, they have 
only ever wanted to become the terrorists. 

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