My Mules

"Ego quasi mulus equitare illum”

He carries my tools easily.
He never tires in service to me.
He is vacuous, empty of empathy,
And devoid of feelings…
My perfect vessel.

Did you see my tells?
The upside down Bible,
The little dance I make all of them do,
The angry puffed out lower jaw…
The confessed thrill of domination.

My tools are chaos, anger,
Corruption, deceit, victimization,
Pride, greed, envy, lust, gluttony,
Sloth, avarice, and many more.
I made him tap the storm to test the nation.
I have not had so much fun in millennium!

"Nullae leges nos continent”

Who dares to speak?
They who profit from the lie?
They who supplicate themselves at my altar?
They who seek only the corruption of power
For the craven joy of grievance and untethered
Hatred of all who do not drink from my cup?

Oh, so many times I have tested you!
The highest lawmakers of the land
Twisted like rotted grapes in our gale of fury.
Afraid, they were, of multitudes of faithful
Made mindless by insentient fear and hatred.

Come I to speak at your funeral.
Come I to ride all of you through him.
Come I to your temples of law.
Come I to your fatuous sanctuaries.
Come you unto me.
Ahh… come unto me!

"Conteram gentem tuam”

When he pardoned war criminals
And separated children from their parents
And lied about a worldwide pandemic
And laid down with white supremacy
And banned immigrants from seeking asylum
And encouraged insurrection from your highest office.
And you did nothing of substance…

Your enemies knew you.
They saw you.
They listened to you.
They watched you.
They are among you.

I have you.

"Et ascendam super te donec clamas”

Clovice A. Lewis, Jr.
April 4, 2020