so where were you?

Posted by jeresk on November 11, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

so where were you?

the cab driver from ethiopia said:

we all watch you.

when you send us a bad one, the world suffers.

if you send us a wise one

the world will bless you.

the teacher from new jersey said:

my son is autistic and had never voted.

it took him five minutes to write his name

to get his ballot.

the election judge did not wince.

the long line behind him did not grumble instead

they stood watching respectful

as a 40 year old man struggled

to write his name then take his ballot and walk

into the booth

and when he walked out

(no one knowing how he had voted)

they all republican democrat green red blue and all erupted

into applause.

the ten year old boy reading his paper in class said:

it means if he can be elected

then everyone would see that black people can be president


then maybe someday even i could be… maybe even i could …

(at which point he plopped into his seat put his head on his desk and


the venture capitalist said:

enough is enough

we are living the apocalypse of snake-handling apostles

speaking intongues of fundamentalism reciting revelations

from the book of friedman

that the market god’s invisible infallible hand will part

the troubled seas and we will be baptized

by the holy waters that trickle down upon the lucky freeborn

free from regulations free from

healthcare from public transportation from

the thought burdens brought on by a leftist

higher education

well fuck them hell let reagan be reagan let palin be palin

enough is enough i’m going door to door on a mission

for the dems this time.

the mexican cynic said:

i cried

to hear his winning speech that night (which will be punished

as all are punished who cause me tears)

but to think seeing all this and voting (long time listener

first time caller) absentee naturally

a poetic balance being the most absentee

of reluctantly naturalized citizens to think that

i the forever young have lived to see this

thing that was not supposed to happen

in my lifetime in a dozen made-for-tv-movie lifetimes shit

there go my ugly american punchlines for eight more years.

to think i had some little hand

in delivering virginia to the blue that

there is something different today

than yesterday to think

they thought this time they actually thought a coherent thought.

well that is worth a tear or two.

it is our nature to remember the bad things.

where were you when kennedy was shot?

when the towers fell?

violence and tragedy make a chemical scar

on the cerebral cortex

from which it never recovers.

but perhaps we can evolve


a new nature a new chemical

mark on the brain that burns straight

to the heart.

where were you when you found


can win?

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