Friday, February 28

Make America Poor Again (MAPA)

2.4 million federal workers 


From the Dust Bowl to Project 2025

Hardscrabble Sacrifices


She vibrates within a dusty wind,

solitary, twisted, broken, lost.

Her tin cup filled with poverty

dents the door where it was tossed.


The moment passes as the sun dims

and rebellion feels cold as frost.

Her old boots, stiff with misery,

break blisters when she pulls them off.



She kneels in silence and thinks of sin,

cherry sweet pleasures warm and soft.

Her folded hands, scarred by tragedy,

hold night terrors and dreams aloft,

sacrifices for her god nailed to a cross.

written by Kathy Mackey
for Sedona Coyote Poets