by Christopher Miguel Flakus
Election Night
Radial glow of the automaton
Growth comes in spurts
This may be our last hour
Weird shadows cripple streetlights
Halogen washes all colors clean
I taste blood, sharp as aluminum
Orange suntan cataclysm
Legalize results
Results first
In New York the crowd chants:
“We hateMuslimss, we hate blacks, we want our country back!”
Is this how
The end
Creeps upon us?
Waves of maddened masses drunk on hate
I’m ashamed
Oh, America
Aren’t you ashamed?
christopherflakus 