Does it seem to you
the world exploded?
That it keeps on, everything,
going further and further away,
farther apart?
No longer are we capable of agreeing
upon a single issue. And yes, it is like that,
no way that anything is ever answered,
but by an act of soul.
It's just the animosity that is surprising,
and shocking.
The parent of smugness and self-righteousness
and things which lead us to be Stalins,
that feeling that
I am right.

Who was swallowed by the Leviathan?
Who had boils and rashes,
prosperous grown children wiped away
by thieves?

The human soul was.
And it rose, after carefully considering
all these things in defeat.
No, not defeat. Just
deeper.

Who had a sense of humor
and perspective
on this election day,
or either in triumph or failure
the day after?
Whoever did, let us toast,
and let us enjoy
their picture,
like Lincoln's,
like JFK.