America arrives at the doors of 2021 and we say:
Welcome to the United States of Intolerance,
we will not be inviting love in the door.
Signs of support for one party or another
will be vandalized on the street where you live.
We will stop calling these warring factions “parties”.
It’s us against them, when the world reopens.
Knowing that shouting through spittle did not take a break,
we log on, click like, swap clever memes in closed groups
that do not invite love in the door.
manifest in a cult of personality.
manifest in tearful farewells.
I try not to swirl my thoughts like a mist on a wand
I don’t have a magic jar to store them in
and Hogwarts is closed due to Covid.
Stage lights on,
the Go-alongs to Get-alongs are hard to see
in their tawdry costumes of frayed lace and pre-washed denim.
Stage lights off,
House lights up,
their pancake makeup streaked with tears,
the players awaken only to be ignored
by these United States of Intolerance
as they sing in venues filled with echoes
“Life is a cabaret, old chum, come to the cabaret”
The players will invite love in the door
and the masked audiences will file in
forgetting neither evil nor goodness
when the world reopens.