There is a Feather
in my freezer
from which ilk of bird I do not know
I sit outside drinking coffee
in the winter
while they are protesting
not two blocks away
on the brink of a major swing
to the right
with a married Sri Lankan lesbian
neo-fascist anti-immigrant at the head
of the new Nazi party dressed up
in Tik Tok videos and denial
I got my feet up on a chair
so far off the ground I don’t even know
what it’s made of anymore
probably the same shit
as when those anti-fascist liberal
dinosaurs ruled the Earth
until the communist ice age took over
I can’t help but think
there is some connection
between this feather from the Canary
Islands encased in ice
any parasites amongst its ribs
already dead
and this tiny feeling in my gut
that humans are just a blip in the grand scheme
and this utter hopelessness
that even if I do vote tomorrow
it won’t even make a hint of difference
against the cruel ugly winds blowing
so coldly conservative