Let’s use those 7 CDC-banned words in poems.
Once, ours was a world originally
diverse, originally transgendered— all
different beings fused and whole before
the artificial split: our entitlement to the fruits
of the garden revoked and colonized by false
documents and deeds, the growing fetus
of perverse overseers’ greed, which bloated
into a many-headed beast with many mouths
spewing false and uncouth argument, unwilling
to admit truth is science-based, evidence-based.
They want nothing better than to burn the fields,
fan flames of hate, put idols (themselves) in place
of our sacred monuments. What they want: our wages, rights,
hearts, hopes: what we will never willingly give them.