His Hour Come Round At Last

“What’s the alternative?” Condoleeza Rice

The Central Bank has declared a moratorium
on new sitting rooms and laughter, all relics
of the bygone bourgeois age known as
the week before last. The dog starts to hum
something by Woody Guthrie. These
are our Grapes of Wrath days. We’ll
pack what we can into an old jalopie;
from now on live in a black and white
photograph by Dorothea Lange.
Tomorrow, we’ll hang.