2015

Dante’s Politics

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The decorative mosaic adorning the ancient synagogue floor

is innocent of its future. Good luck, it means to say, or

 

my swastika hands miming perpetual motion wish you

everlasting peace and prosperity. And what coincidence

 

sends my son running across the plaza, blowing again

and again on his precious pinwheel toy? Say what you mean,

 

I want to shout. I am listening to the politicians

in the courtyard, excavating for small truths buried

 

beneath thick stratum of tedious lies.