In Honor of Emily Dickinson's birthday today:
Because I could not stop for Truth –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Accountability.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My cell phone and my Twitter too,
For His Civility –
We passed the Senate, where Children strove
At Congress – in the Ring –
We passed the Fox News Killing Grounds –
We passed my Rotting Sons –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The News drew quivering and Chill –
For only Giuliani, my Clown –
My Liar – only Foole –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely risible –
The Courage – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first heard articles of ‘peachment
Read toward My Infamy –
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