Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

Under the lids there are mountains jutting up
Small outbursts at the ridges,
And eagles hovering in the current of milky cataracts.

It is December. The nation has slept for eight years.
City streets were paved with half-truths, the Capitol
Was full of blind pigs, and minds that embraced every scam

Now we stir, and open our eyes. And drink coffee!
Sun shines through the crest of the cornea,
Fog and ashes rising, the whirring of chainsaws in the forest.

Now we dance and sing love songs by the crackling fire,.
Our entire being like a slave that’s been freed;
We know that the dictator is leaving us for good