Filth
so shall you see them
my filth comes in shades of blue, yours in shades
of green, hers in shade of yellow and red
theirs
the leaders of the Constituency comes
in shades of blood
theirs
the heads of every booster’s club, their filth
is slathered in every shade of gender from 1955
shades of lavender, royal purple streamers revealing
a healthy, godly Christian baby
they
the bored warriors of Christ lob every insult, slur,
inflammatory comment to snare us in formulaic
strawman arguments
shades of silence, plausible deniability, two beers in
they’ll stub their cigarettes on our crotches, poised to
cave our howling faces in
we shorten our narratives to accommodate theirs
we tailor duplicate apparel when they strip us
they
the armed, pious Christian soldiers hoard the bulletproof
vests, and fill our weaponry with blanks
