5.31.2021

I Still Sing of Olaf

                           1.

This is the best of all possible worlds.

For how could True Love create less?


(Asserting what myths are supposed to do

is now deemed to be medieval thinking.)


When Voltaire lay dying, a parish priest

thought he had him. "Time to repent!"


"Who sent you?" Voltaire asked. "God!"

"Pray prove it. Where is your visiting card?"


                           2.

Relax; the Lord has since moved to America.

My country 'tis of Thee? Let me count the ways.


We raze chickens, we crate pigs. His people

warehouse His people--especially Blacks.


Higher education in the land of the free

isn't free; good jobs are scarce;


our health care sucks and what we have

costs too much, for Germans, French, etc.


live better longer. Earth's richest country

has a poverty rate that is truly astounding.


Though our carbon footprint isn't getting better,

on thin ice we trample on; who cares?


While metaphorical and concrete bridges totter,

we murder murderers, mistreat the addicted, and


what's done to Blacks and to the Indigenous

disgraces our faux-numinous flag. He-men


don't bake cakes for Sapphics; white wives,

obey white husbands; do socks doubt St. Paul?


Jesus and the Second Amendment, mucked-

up gods of Texas, roil God's country up


which has more guns than people. We're leaders in

shootouts; our suicide rate should make us ashamed,


but it doesn't. Our courts are blind? Might as well

claim American bladders exude perfect piss! Etc.


                           3.

It's hard to believe, yet I still do. Here

where inequality reigns like napalm


"There is some shit I will not eat." (Italics mine)

Still still


still still

why do non-Olafs consume it?

 

                               --Thomas Dorsett

--First appeared in Dissident Voice, 2021



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