Now again our bodies
As if liberty were something
They could take and still
Call themselves
Libertarians seem to think
Words can shape-change
It’s only free when we agree
But no one wants to hear me.
I don’t even
The same hadn’t we already gotten
Anywhere is a concept
That changes like that moment
Between the dream
And your forgetting it
A year of undoing and backsliding
Crass and creep bully and bait
Take away, give away, undo
Our bodies, ourselves
While apparently no one cares
About the meddling, the inside deals
All those meetings they lied about
The address we won’t listen to
The words whose meaning
Was lost before they were uttered
Is it worth a complete nervous
Break down the fatigue
Of when enough was long ago
Enough to give us brain fatigue
Syndrome more deadly than the flu.
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Yvonne Daley is a career journalist who returned to poetry for sanity in these difficult times. She lives in Vermont, still a sane place.
Image by Franck Réthore.
