He stumbled out of the burning airplane
Fixed his tie and brushed the ash from his nose
Checked his cellphone
No service
He recognised the city limits of his constituency
Didn’t recognise
Where his sky had gone
He made a beeline past the old steel mill
Through the junkyard
And by the curved hallway school
And when he reached the hiding barn
Where kids used to smoke and play songs of escape
His legs gave in
His eyes looked up
He saw the clouds
But nothing could save him
No filibusters
No meetings with cronies who’d pull a few strings
No thinking of old times
No mommy and dad
No ice cream in summer or leaves in the fall
Oh nothing could save them
Oh nothing at all
Not turning the taps off or locking their doors
Not muting their news feeds
Not flying to Mars
Not pretending that Yellowstone never existed at all
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