Roy Moore Rides into the Setting Sun as the Audience Cheers in Simple Relief …
Roy Moore …
on his poor horse Sassy
rides abjectly into
the fading light
of the setting sun …
…
his guns all a-holstered
& no longer necessary
as props ready at hand
to whip out & brandish
in the air as he growls
about threats to the second
amendment from a tyrannical
godless govt all just a-barrel
full of Homosexuals, Africans
& doomed to the pitiless fires
of a burning hell atheists,
…
& perhaps he’ll tether
young Sassy in yonder
barn where he’ll gather
round him like-minded
bible-folk, oh-so-virtuous
evangelicals, Robertson
the duck dynasty hunter
Sarah ‘Family Gal’ Palin,
pedophile apologists &
Steve ‘Good God you look
like you need a serious rest’
Bannon …
…
& they’ll brood awhile
blaming Outsiders,
Elites, the Papers &
the T.V. news, & Shelby
& McConnell & those 9
lying women & sheeoot
it was so long ago anyway
& if those darker folks from
Selma hadn’t come out to vote,
oh yes … Roy just coulda …
he just coulda …
…
& maybe he’ll parade on
around one last time in his
big old cowboy hat like he was
on the ranch like Hoss from Bonanza
& as if the world hadn’t moved on from
Bible prophecies, revenge & the so-called
justice of an old bearded white man sittin’
on a billowy cloud just right up there
above us shouting down to one Roy
‘It’s Over’ Moore commandments &
directions & bigotries & ignorance
& judgments on others who one
Roy Moore deems unworthy or
just plain damned,
…
& so its nice to sit on your rocker
on the saloon porch
watching the dust
gently settle
as Roy Moore
rides on out.
Praise be …
