The world is fast
(or at least less "glacially"
if the movement of glaciers
in our age
still linguistically implies "slow")
becoming
an unrecognizable place
one in which
even one-percenter
real estate millionaire tycoons
like Richard Durst
can face trial
(with the possibility
of the death penalty)
for murder.
And one in which
despite a stern warning from Obama saying
"I understand this is important to you
but as you be thinking
about climate change
the economy and jobs
war and peace
maybe way at the bottom
you should be thinking
about marijuana"
there is a possibility
with enough approval
from individual states
(and granted
with the current Congress
with which to reckon)
the drug could become decriminalized
at the federal level
meaning those who chose to partake
many of whom
are often decidedly un-wealthy
(among other things)
wouldn't be arrested.
Until Durst's trial
and it is safe everywhere
to toke in public
we will bide our time
observing some sort of allegory
for our world
in the squared circle
with Mitt Romney
facing Evander Holyfield
in a charity boxing match.
This poem © 2015 Emily Cooper.
