Animal Politic

 

The animal politic,
has been a fascination
of mine since I first understood
our system of government as
a schoolchild.  

The simple desire for
liberty and self-determination
under the guise of a Representational
government. A way for even the lowliest
person to be heard and have a choice.

A very attractive concept for a child,
who often did not have a choice in
most of what they had to do, be it bedtime
or chores. We could grow up, vote, and have a
choice in the direction of multiple destinies.

That fascinating, imaginative American
experiment was so alluring to me. So special in fact,
that registered to vote the day I turned 18 and I
was at the polls for the next Primary vote early,
so excited to be a part of this exceptional thing.
I was swollen with American Pride.

In those following years, my affections for
the process, did not diminish. Never missed an
election or a chance to do my civic duty and vote,
vote my conscious, vote for my beliefs, vote
for the things that I hoped would continue this
American progress.

Now, I feel as though this animal politic has
bitten me. Right in the heart, as I hear the rhetoric,
the false choices, the ramblings of power drunk
fat cats leeching off the ideals I once held so dear,
using my ideals as a blanket to cover themselves in
artificial patriotism and gasping relevance.

It hurts me to see something I held so dear,
something I still want to hold dear,
taken from me in the most vile way.
It’s a kick in the ideological cojones,
knocking the wind out of me,
as I struggle to wrap my mind around
how we got here.

I just hope we get out of this spot
and one day I can feel as proud and
excited to cast my vote once again
for empathy, for compassion and
an end to divisiveness.
I hope it comes soon.

 

What I Meant to Say

 

Canis Lupus in Ovis Aries clothing,
being thrown to the Canis Lupus,
by Canis Lupus; is a very Latin way
to say something very simple.
Something straightforward we all
typically understand, imagery we
that makes sense.

Until it is manipulated into
sounding unfamiliar, thus exotic,
or even threatening, as like my
example. It can be done for just
about any commonly understood
phrase. Something we might say
every day.

“E sartagine in ignem”, is a good
example of a phrase we use often,
literally means “out of the frying pan
into the fire”. Yet, turned into an
unfamiliar language, it’s meaning is
lost; the context is gone, and it might as
well be nonsense. For the monolingual anyway.

This happens more and more often
things we now see and hear every day,
how meanings are twisted and changed,
just by the way people say certain things,
where they place there emphasis, or
allege how it’s always been misinterpreted
or accuse us of just not getting it.

When it’s always been what it has been,
without centrifuge or conspiracy,
a wolf in sheep’s clothing is still what it is,
and wolves being thrown to the wolves,
is just as horrible sounding as you can imagine,
but it happens right before our eyes.

Challenges our ears,
and fogs the mind;
until we’re so overwhelmed with
double-talk we can’t be sure
we’re still speaking whatever
tongues we used to speak to
each other with,
and were they always
forked like that?