Grief lines drawn on the face
by makeup artists focused
on the performance
about to begin,
and by newscasters focused
on upcoming election days.
We are all waiting for
the next series in the show
to begin, hoping for
some sense of normality
or at least civility.
Futile hopes of a naive audience.
The actors know the full story
most of the time.
This time, even the actors
are in the dark and the stark
script writ long ago
has never been fully released.
We are left waiting for the text,
for the action on the screen,
for the performance on the stage
set up to demand allegiance
to characters unworthy
of our attention or our votes.
Many have left the theater.
Many stay glued in their seats
afraid to leve untended
those about to be misinformed,
undermined by underhanded
writers of fascist scripts
meant to remove the final
obstacles to final call
for insurrection and destruction
of America.
I need no grief lines drawn
on my brow.
They are placed there by the tears
I shed as the rule of law is replaced
by MAGA judges put in place
by Republican scriptwriters
to disgrace a constitution fully drawn
and now being dismantled
one case at a time.
annarino writes 