Maybe I am,
when the men you send to office
three, four times my age
spin days of doublespeak prayers to the wind
with one hand, carve systems of tragedies that stand
for decades with the other.
Maybe my voice isn’t polished silent
with money and power and favors and tied
by words that fly in the face of reason — maybe reasons
to wake up the day when the headlines have faded
and people have died
add up higher than expenditures.
Maybe ignorance of intersections isn’t
as indelible as incumbents insist it is.
Maybe no one problem
has any one prescription
to solve it — maybe all of us
have to listen more. Maybe that’s
too political. But if I am,
I’m with you, and may it be that we’re inimical
to order, to danger, to tragedy together,
and may it be --
Bodette is a contributor for The Millennial Times.