All the training for the uncanny could not have prepared us for this. Sure, we that invented the
electric chair in search of the humane. The repeating rifle. We used disease to clear land so our
children may inherit the earth without one thought of the meek. We, after all, dropped The
Bomb. Twice. So can we be surprised that righteous blood from the past came to the ballot box
and urinated all over a marbled visage of justice? That fall, the trees didn’t turn their colors:
rather, their colors were sucked from them as we drowned looking for reason. We were right to
worry. Not for what would inevitable happen, but of what capability we are forced to lay with.