Poems of the Week

Mar[* ****]seillaise

by Julia Griffin

For Barbara Lee Smith

(After the lyrics of Rouget de Lisle)

“Give us back the statue of Liberty!” cried Raphaël Glucksmann, leader of the Place Publique party…
addressing ‘Americans who have chosen to go over to the tyrants’ side'”
—translated from Le Parisien

Allons, enfants de la patrie,
It’s time to face the USA!
Now they’ve chosen la tyrannie,
We must sauver La Liberté!
We must sauver La Liberté!
Now l’Amérique has gone insane,
And turned into a crook’s royaume,
Our statue needs another home—
We’re thinking Greenland, or Ukraine.

Aux armes, citoyens!
They will not care she’s gone:
Marchons, marchons!
They’ll build for sure
A great big bust of Don!

The Big Crunch

by Bruce Bennett

“’One of the possibilities now is that, in some theories, the universe could stop expanding, and re-contract into a Big Crunch,’
said… a cosmologist at the University of Texas. … For planning purposes, it is important to recognize that the timescale here

is many billions or trillions of years.”
The Washington Post

Right now it’s no more than a hunch.
One day there may come the Big Crunch.
No reason for fears, though.
That won’t be for years, so
You needn’t look up from your lunch.

The Great Hunters of DOGE

by Dan Campion

“Judge declines to bar DOGE from the US Institute of Peace after standoff”
Reuters

Peace Now, who needs it? Not DOGE, friends,
Who took the Institute by force.
Apparently this outfit spends
Too much on—what? On peace, of course.
DOGE can’t have that. Peace is a load
Too heavy for the USA.
Peacemakers, you can hit the road.
Reprieve? There’s no grace time for prey.
The chainsaw having made its cut,
The officers with guns rushed in.
Your peace is dead, your office shut.
And DOGE collects another skin.

The Fruits of Love

by Marshall Begel

“[Germany’s] Bridegroom’s Oak has a famous knothole that’s been used as a mailbox since 1892.
Visitors to the tree [must climb a ladder to] leaf through the missives… and choose whether to become
postal paramours with any of the letter-writers.”
The Associated Press

Just like the prince who dared ascend
Rapunzel’s golden hair,
You chose the letter I had penned,
In answer to my prayer.

Let this connection be the seed
Which grows into our bond,
To meet our demonstrated need,
Tomorrow and beyond!

And I will ease your days of tortured
Loneliness—you’ll see,
For I need workers in my orchard,
And you can climb a tree.

Well, I Declare

by Steven Kent

“Hold My Snacks: Pirate’s Booty Founder Attempts a Seaside Coup”
The New York Times

The rightful mayor of this dump,
I learned a lesson well from Trump:
My loss was seventeen-to-one,
But I’m the guy; I’ve just begun.

I know exactly what I’m doing.
Think you’ll stop me? You, I’m suing!
Vote was rigged, so I won’t bear it.
I’m in charge now—I declare it!

Eggonomics

by Paul Lander

I remember when
Egging a friend’s house didn’t
Double its value.

Bans on “Trans” and a Hex on “Sex”

by Neil Doherty

“As President Trump seeks to purge the federal government of ‘woke’ initiatives,
agencies flag hundreds of words to limit or avoid…”
The New York Times

Mum’s the word on “woman”—it’s rejected,
but “man” and “male,” of course, are free of slight.
It’s no surprise that “female” is ejected.
“Black” is now wrong, but “white” is quite all right.

“Inclusion” and “exclusion”: both excluded.
“Equality,” “disparity” as well.
The logic of the Trumpers has concluded
that “either/or” means “both.” It’s perfect hell!

Delete “they/them.” Get rid of “trans” and “pronoun,”
and God forbid you write “LGBT.”
To speak of “gender” “risk(s)” a bloody showdown,
and so does “MSM” and “GBV.”

All “pregnant persons” we’ve been told to banish
and tiny “chest-fed people.” No excuse!
They tell us “sex” itself will likely vanish.
So, how on earth are we to reproduce?

The Right Stuff

by Steven Kent

“Amy Coney Barrett under attack by right wing after USAID ruling”
The Guardian

“Trump’s polarising appeal leaves European populists in a tight spot”
The Guardian

It’s never clear, to those who lack the stuff,
Exactly how far right is right enough:
Eleven on a ten-scale? More? Still higher?
How much does MAGA membership require?
You can’t be merely sure, you must be surer
Who cares if you create an awful Führer?

Rough

by Clyde Always

“Memphis man in bed with lady friend shot in leg—and claims dog pulled the trigger”
New York Post

A puppy (though don’t ask me how)
put a gun to his owner and—POW!
Then, once the smoke cleared,
it’s likely he jeered:
“Hey Buddy, who’s playin’ dead, now?”

A Solace for Solario

by Julia Griffin

“Norfolk woman refuses to hand over 16th-century Italian painting identified as stolen…
Barbara De Dozsa’s husband bought Madonna and Child by Antonio Solario in 1973
after it was stolen from a museum”
The Guardian

Antonio “The Gypsy,” tinker’s son,
Venetian painter of indifferent fame,
Painted St. Benedict in Naples, came,
Apparently, to England, painted one
Virgin and Child in Birmingham; that done,
Most probably went home. Sometimes his name
Gets muddled with another’s, much the same;
Thus far the facts. But now begins the fun.
Another of his Virgins, gained by theft,
Was sold, and the possessor seeks to squash
The suit of the museum thus bereft:
Her name’s De Dosza, and she’s seeking dosh.
But none will buy, and she won’t give, or show.
At least we’ve heard now of Antonio.

Tariff Riff

by Alex Steelsmith

“[T]ariffs could be good for some countries…”
BBC

“[T]ariff threats generate ‘fear…’”
CBC

Claims have been made, though they’re not scientific,
that tariffs can make you feel simply tariffic.
Other assertions, which haven’t been verified,
caution that tariffs can make you feel tariffied.

Trump’s Credo

by Susan McLean

I believe in the power of the pose.
It’s a photo op. Were you expecting prayers?
The Bible’s just a book—and who reads those?

I believe in the laws of CEOs.
Whose judgment counts, the courts’ or billionaires’?
I believe in my power to oppose

our longtime allies, and suck up to foes.
You give your word, you break it—no one cares.
Treaties are merely words—and who reads those?

I believe in resentment, how it grows
in those who’ve lost the perks they see as theirs.
I stoke that rage and use it to dispose

of designated vermin. Techno bros
are keen to help. Their troop of hackers spares
no one. Commitments bore me—who needs those?

I believe that veterans are schmoes:
a wise man stays at home and counts his shares.
Their safety net’s less firm than they suppose.
Ethics are for the weak—and who needs those?

South Lawn

by Bruce Bennett

“Donald Trump yesterday did an unseemly, self-serving… business advertisement
for his number one political patron on the White House lawn: Elon Musk.”
Sen. Chuck Schumer

Unseemly? Why? Why shouldn’t the White House be
a place where Musk can advertise for free?

Why Saturn Is Surly

by Dan Campion

“Saturn Gains 128 New Moons, Bringing Its Total to 274”
The New York Times

It lacks the magic MAGA touch,
With goons and loons so fine.
Small wonder Saturn, mooned so much,
Has turned out saturnine.

Down

by Clyde Always

“Florida man swallows $769K stolen diamond earrings from Tiffany & Co,
asks cops if he’ll be charged for ‘what’s in my stomach’”
New York Post

I was jolted, as off to the pokey I went,
by the deepest of all my epiphanies:
that swallowing jewelry’s not what they meant
when they titled it “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”