Downwind of Washington, Orphic weather
purples the watercolor washed
space holder for Sky.
Is this Distortion’s corruption,
or Corruption’s distortion?
revokes Truth’s Visa.
It’s a braggart’s holiday.
The sky has fallen on terrorized families
separated in internment camps at the border,
on the rising tide of Global Warming.
Deputized border guards order Lady Liberty
to relinquish her torch —Hands up!—
and flip off the world.
Public discourse is exchanged
for niche marketing,
a Tower of Babel.
Reason sleeps at the bottom of a cold well
with autumn’s last leaves.
The sky has fallen.
© 2019, Rachel Landrum Crumble