2036 or The Day After The Tea Party is Defeated
There’ll be a day when we move beyond political statement--
in being, we’ll be less than a political statement.
We’ll wash the blood of a race war from our faces
just enough to see each other,
just enough to be embraced by being
nothing more than two
(or three--there’ll be a day for that)
and just our names will matter.
That day will be the day our names can swell,
take on the weight of history or personal baggage
but no one will think to ask if it means something exotic.
If my hands are shaking that day,
light my cigarette and smile as a gentle reminder
that it was us or them.