In dishonor (on you, on your family, on your cow) of the Trumpster fire and his fanfare today, here is something I wrote in the wee hours of the morning on November 9. And remember it's easier to disobey an order that's coming from someone you hold in contempt than someone you respect.
Armor
In a country that just chose the open
fascist,
Against immigrants, indigenous people,
people of color, queer people, disabled people, Muslims, Jews, women,
Many of the above all at once,
(You know, the ones who built whatever
greatness America could have laid claim to before)
A Queer Disabled Jew weaves steel rings
together,
Preparing their literal armor,
Or their nerdy, LARP-friendly build of
the weighted vest.
Take your pick. (It's both.)
Read the rhetoric of action, of
movement.
This is
a metaphor for protection,
Even more than it's
literal.
They (I, this is
me, I am the one weaving steel rings while I can't sleep at 3am)
I know full well
today's threat is
not a sword or an
axe, but guns,
or (tear)
gas(lighting) as policies change,
killing slowly with
the knowledge that help isn't coming.
Steel rings turn
slices into bruises and breaks,
won't stop
projectiles,
have no effect on
deceptions or laws.
But armor is still
armor and it's weight means something.
Yes, this is a
metaphor.
It's also something
that's happening.
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