Decomposition by Lee Herrick

My country fell apart. What I mean to say is:

we forgot about the stars. We forgot we need the moon.

We asked all the wrong questions about our founding documents,

all burnt wire and fray. We focused on the bullets

and the outcry instead of the corporation and the electorate

who make the bullets and the outcry. Or the shining decor on the breastplate.

We complicated it all. We were flattened with options.

We forgot our own fabric, the miracles in our simple hands.

— Scar and Flower by Lee Herrick (Page 82)