Today's poem is by Star Black

The Popular Vote
       

Glass-ceiling balloons,
why did you never fall? Why
were the wide, expansive rafters
at the Javits Center just too tall?

How did locker-room sleaze
prevail over Tammy Wynette? Why
is the middle word in the convention slogan
"Love Trumps Hate" the only one
we can never forget?

How did soundness of mind
deposit us on the footfalls
of a long red tie? Why were Rubio's
fingers short and why does a golf
course in Scotland still matter?

Did we vote for labeled water,
privatizing thirst? Do our rivers hurt,
as our eyes tire of watching
progress in reverse?
Could we have a stable genius
driving a long, dark hearse to a gravesite
with all of us in it?

Glass-ceiling balloons,
balloons of poise and experience,
was your "basket of deplorables" too stringent?
Did Comey's fast-ball slam you in the hip?
Did you listen to too many pollsters?
Did you dare to over-predict?

You were loyal to your staff
even one of their husbands dropped
his pants on the information highway
before a Prozac-addled nation.
You stayed calm, collected,
under-persuasive.

You didn't hire enough generals
nor did you weep.
Women don't share tears in public.
Now we don't sleep.

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from Lords of Misrule editors: Rebecca Lauren & Henry Israeli
Saturnalia Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission