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Paul Lojeski: Once after a hurricane blew power for a week I walked the darkened aisles of a supermarket kept open by loud growling generators, overwhelmed by a fear I’d never felt before.
What They Want

What They Want

Once after a hurricane
blew power for a week
I walked the darkened
aisles of a supermarket
kept open by loud
growling generators,
overwhelmed by a fear
I’d never felt before.
For anarchy’s cold touch
was everywhere,
and I could feel fires
burning, terror spreading,
the wild eyes of the lost
and driven. Like I feel
now, only this is no ordinary
storm ripping the black
sky, this is the maelstrom
of social collapse,
a cataclysm of right-
wing hate charging across
the smoldering landscape.
For decades, for my
whole life, in fact,
they’ve been beating
the drums of their rebellion,
demanding iron rule,
absolute allegiance, world
domination, god and guns
and patriotic fevers. And
most of all, they’ve wanted
people like me, dead and gone.
Dead and long gone.

harder and harder

harder
and harder
to write
about what
we’ve made
of this world.

how this lovely
place is
becoming
our casket.

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the mighty
refusing wisdom
and compassion
to the bitter
end.

dread born
with every
child.

destruction
our stony
song.

madness
like a hard rain
beating us down.

Holy Ones

In the spiky net
of so-called
immortality
they set fire
to that generous
landscape,
confident
in the purity
of flame and ash,
refusing to doubt
the wisdom
of belief.
Like singers
singing off key
but hearing
angels humming,
they trudged on,
swords held high.

Paul Lojeski