
By Miriam Ching Yoon Louie
November 12, 2008
First appeared online HERE
Weep history/ honk hallelujah!
Sea swell rapt faces runny mascara joy
Chain breaks ancestor bone sighs
At last! Oprah & Jesse blubber
On shoulders of strangers
Now kin in victory
Sweeter than Raiders
Snagging hundred Super Bowls
Blessed as Martin’s Dream as
General Tubman’s night vision courage
Rippling out from Grant Park
To Everett & Jones BBQ
Oakland Convention Center
And everywhere hunger
Dared vote hope.
Tonight Brother President’s eloquence
Invites redemption after eight
Old Testament l-o-n-g years
We wandered Dubya-ill-derness
Dubya-gonna smoke em out
Dubya-either with us or agin us
Dubya-bunkerman Cheney in charge.
Tonight Brother President challenges us
To serve/ sacrifice/ remake our nation
“Block by block/ brick by brick
Calloused hand by calloused hand”
For if Joe the Plumber is code
For angry white men then b by b
Is mortar/ trowel/ Bronx cheer
To Rudy Red Meat/ Sarah Six Pack’s
“Community organizer? [Snigger] What?!”
Sneer slur on Barak’s past.
Where’s snigger in 700 plus field offices
Stunning ground operation that harvests
Millions of new voters / doors knocked
Leaders electrified/ volunteers parachuted
Pizzas sliced/ cell minutes eaten
Citizenry connected/ country conversating
So all those red states/ counties/ towns
Could try on blue dance shoes
And give ole Virginia seat of Confederacy
Chance to upstage past with surprise future
Naughty Richmond, you racooned my mascara.
Where’s slur in note from Barak?
Tagged Wed 11/5/2008 12:43 AM
Thanking me--& gazillion cohorts
—all power to Internet!—with words like
“We just made history
Every single day you knocked on doors
Made donation/ talked to family/friends/ neighbors
We have a lot of work to do
To get our country back on track
Be in touch soon about what comes next
But I want to be very clear about one thing
All of this happened because of you.”
Brother President
Your late night note is vintage
organizer
Barak
smooth
I raise my styrofoam coffee cup to you
And worker bee millions you inspire
May we keep humming cause
Sí se puede is American is farm is hand
Is mama tongue for yes we can and will.
I know roadside bomb
Crater despair lies up ahead
As campaign season high hits Katrina low of
Digging out from under Dubya-triggered wars
Shock-n-awe economics that burn homes
Jobs/ college/ retirement down to salt ash tears.
But can I just hold on to joy a lil longer
And grin like mutt fool when Sister First Lady
Closes her slender cinnamon fingers
Around White House front door keys?
And let this old girl pray, Dear Lord
Please watch over Secret Service
Make them strong smart see around corners
You know what I’m talking about—Amen.
COPYRIGHT 2008, Miriam Ching Yoon Louie ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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