New poem" "Mooning God"

 

Mooning God

 

As I lay on the couch in the sunroom

his morning waiting for the coffee maker

to drip fresh coffee into the pot, an image

appeared in my mind’s eye as I reflected

on how comfortably ensconced the Woke

Dragon had become in the beleaguered soul

of the American people before St. Michael

sent a fearless Warrior of Common Sense

to drive a stake through the Dragon’s heart

and set the American people free, an image

of the woke mooning God in their contempt

for how they felt they had been mistreated

by a system that gave them every opportunity

to make a good life for themselves. I took

my coffee and went to work on my new poem

that my muse beckoned me to write, because

I could not get that image of mooning

God out of my mind.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, May 11, 2025