12.29.15

Trekking through the snow
ceaselessly, nowhere to go
when surrounded by
a horizon all white,
seamlessly holding up the sky.

Railroad lullabies for the despondent,
the first response unit to
the scene of our lives,
the tragedy that awaits
the opening of every eye,
the mournful sighs of mothers who,
having done all they could do,
still see their sons wandering confused,
in a world always poised
to be their oyster.

Liberalism the Destroyer,
there is no family left,
of precious feminine energy
our girls are bereft
while men can only stand by,
cock in hand,
wondering what the new rules are.

“What’s your trigger?”
“What’s not allowed?”

Absolute hilarity to see Man so cowed.

But why are my eyes wet?