[Jim Moonan]

Make Some Noise

It’s over. Move along now.
There’s nothing here to see.
If you’d like to protest, fine –
but do it civilly.
Or not at all would be preferred.
Silence! Obedience! Mimicry!

The area in question has been taped off.
Investigations are currently underway.
Move along now, there’s nothing here to see.
You don’t want to be arrested now, do you?
For practicing democracy?

There’s work to be done to make things undone
the rigging needs disassembly, its deceitful job done.
Now packed away like scaffolding: lies, slander, fraud
the deplorable deed is over, the populace duped and won.

In the time between the unreal and the real,
between the specter and the curtain,
before the gates are opened,
Go! Now!
Make some noise!
Search the cupboards
for pots and pans – anything!
Turn up the heat in the kitchen!
Let furor take down the Fuehrur!
He’s a fumbler, a fake, a cheat.
It's now or never -- or else rest in peace.