This election has revealed
Many strange things

Dying in the soil.

Not a long time ago
Adults could hide,
If they so wished,
Light wasn’t everywhere,

I know that for certain.

We would err for a while
Until we had
A word worthy of a say,
And we’d listen
Until there was

A prospect in the speech.

Way too public conversations
Filled the satchel as
Tools for an exile,
We rushed
Where family tables were set
For two, without

The daughters nor the sons.