Steeped in idol trepidation,
an iconic stature,
a reasonably moral conclusion,
a stark reminder
is when we choose to know our side.
Which side, whose side,
why should we decide
what favor we rely upon to gather strength,
when choices made,
become the standard bearer,
the party favorite.
Words bandied about,
tribalism, loyalists, mongering,
A certain repudiation
turns into a bizarre creationist
fable toward standing on firm ground.
Yet the earth underneath my feet
feels unstable, feels temporary,
like a bandaid worn in critical battle,
we are the masses,
we do decide,
whether we choose to believe or we do not.
I am the one with faith,
the I have to readily acknowledge,
I haven’t a clue in what direction,
will have any great matter,
when in faith I do choose to lose.