Poem: State of the Union

We chose sides
And that was
  that
The long
  slow
    slide

To the black site
Where every
Goddamn one of us
Is constrained
In a stress position
Unable to stand up
  or lie down
    or sleep

And all of it
Overseen
In a spirit of trolling
By our obscene
Tormentor in chief

M. Bogen
February 6, 2019