oh, how she screams into the void.
oh, how she screams while we sit underneath,
enraptured and frightened,
entrapped by the spittle that flys from her mouth,
perhaps the fervor is contagious as well as holy?
how can i help it if i feel something?
i know now what this is
and what it means to me.
this is safety and surety and sanctity and sanity and surely strength and hammering fists in this world’s face will someday soon…
you must find your sister and tell her everything.
tell her you have heard
the good news being spread
from behind the podium.
tell your sister this is the news for her
and her daughters, too.
tell her this is every person’s news.
every person’s place is to
await the savior
under a full, red sun.
tell your sister that you love her.
tell her that
to disregard the news
is to disavow
show her the news.
let your sister and your mother, too,
come under the spell of righteous tyranny
spoken from a mandate
of wanton disregard for the unlike.
tell her all the promises made
and all the promises kept.
tell her about remaking the world in your image.
be caught up in the fire.
the parade won’t wait.