His supposed sanctuary was already filled with the bodies of his bovine brethren,

dismantled and displayed in coolers kept frozen to impede their decay

The remnants of excitement now dimmed

beneath years of toil and disappointments

What so proudly we hailed 

to permit it to be taken from you, 

at the twilight’s last gleaming

and occupied by the abolitionist, 

The flames of global warming light your horizon,

its storms blow ever more forcefully against your windows,

and the water continues to inch towards your doorstep

Preceded in death by its beloved spouse, the late Integrity,

and their children, Facts and Evidence

They aren’t all stomped to oblivion,

sometimes they are humanely beaten,

I’d retort, easing my conscious

Listen, my children, and you shall hear

of the president who couldn’t think very clear,

on the fourth of July, twenty-nineteen:

when rain malfunctioned his teleprompter machine

We were warned

by Orwell, Bradbury, and Atwood

No, no, sweetie, don’t you cry

That little piggie wanted to die     

We line the recess fence, metaphorical lambs 

being led to what I hope is only metaphorical slaughter

Listening to you justify killing an animal
because the vegan version costs fifty cents more

A desire to tell the truth still eluded him

despite all the sheep who had suffered under his negligent care

(In Loving Memory of Toni Morrison)

Dogs are delicious, don’t judge what I eat!

They’re loaded with protein from their cute heads to their feet

a highlighted farmer refers to his place as “Chicken Disneyland”

because of the toys he has started to hang for them to play with

GOP: The party of family values!

Us: You separated asylum seeking children from their families and lost them

They wanted me to stay inside their box,

to color inside their lines

“The economy is great,”

Stock Market boasted

Blood gushes from my neck

   Rib roast, Chuck steak, Brisket

The swamp is swampier, the debt is, um, debtier,

and Mexico hasn’t paid a fucking dime towards a non-existent wall