“the basket of deplorables”
It was a basket of rotten apples
we carried with us on our trek home,
a Pandora’s casket of irredeemables.
We had a dream today
but it was deplorable, abhorrent, horrific,
laden with adjectives that had been nouned:
terribles, horribles, awfuls.
Like nouns that had been verbed,
we felt unfriended, doored, housed,
demeaned by a mixed race of metaphors,
generalizations laced with the poison of truthiness.
We were hounded by welfare queens
with guns and religion, Mexican rapists,
moochers and takers.
While in the near distance
a trumpet roused
a xenophobic racist mob to life
within the safe space
of an imaginary wall.