separate the politics
of America, where
the soul done
skipped off to?
do we call this
living or still born
dreamland, folks
full of limbo and loss?
children born in blood
of fist and fire,
where ever the ruthless,
the corrupt, the downright
dizzied spirit, protest ones—
bring your babies
to the river, bathe
em in starlight
with limitless and ritual.
this is how we survive
the unsurvivable,
humanity, an outdated word
empathy, an extraterrestrial
make love, aliens
make love.