A Pale Insurrection

T’was marching white lines of code,

from Individual-1’s fading white abode,

from whence, white they, or white them, or white it, came striding cross green grass,

waves, bottles of blistering white fear, white hatred, pale malcontents bestrode,

breaching democracy’s neoclassical rationalism, a white building & coequal

branch,

trees–Joshua trees, wild palms, pines–all rustle in faint-to-heavy winter winds from climes of heat to climes of sleet–

& underneath

the white cries of white wrongs arrested.