The Morning Fascism Came
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The morning fascism came,
It sneaked into my bedroom, invading
Along with the thin streams of light
That pierced the shutters and threatened
To disturb my lingering dreams.
And so it did disturb and permeate
So subtly that it did not deign to care
What fitful illusions it replaced with
It's insistent glare imposed on every
Remnant of expectancy and despair.
Augmenting the dresser's assembly of
Amulets, anodynes, and anesthetics,
And, the mirror image of it all, and me;
A speculum of the unalterable bister
Affixed firmly to my corporeal being.
Only for whitened wall behind me
Were my decrepit features so betrayed
As an aberration to it's simple pallidity
That I felt compelled to shrink back
Into the darkness that gave me comfort.
Do I dare go to the shuttered window
And just throw open my shades to let
My intruder's withering scintillantcy
Force my eyes to comport to it's daze,
Supposing my dominion veils its verity?
Is that rustle outside from birds feeding,
Or squirrels searching for buried nuts
Forgotten seconds after they hide them,
Recalled afterward as something they do,
Rather than something they've already done?
Chancing a glance past the blacked out sash,
I saw myriad the colors of autumn blazing warm
Against an azure sky with soft white clouds
Drifting slowly across a background of blue;
The perfect tribute to it's omnipresence.
Dare I acknowledge that beauty; and in doing so,
Deny the dangers lurking just beyond the pane
With a White House wielding weapons of war, and
Piercing my domain with their petty perfidy
Against their invented enemies dwelling within?
My refuge is my revolution, a paradigmatic conflict Against a government I enable arrayed against me; like
I'm a pawn, increasingly isolated out in society; like
Hunger games have replaced the grand experiment.
When fascism came, I woke up already an adversary.
-Ron
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