January 6, 2021

Out on the lawn, a hot dog vendor

Photo by Andy Feliciotti on Unsplash

It finally took trespassing hands
and broken glass, crying flags, and smoke,
not cigars, but canisters for war.
The paintings and statues only watch

with side-eyes. Would they be cut, painted
with a shade of flat black, forced to walk
in our full streets of loud sedition
off…