Quiet

He needed to be heard.
Needed
And that's what saddened me.
Posturing
Throwing words
Stolen or borrowed
With no concept of their damage
Reminding me of that old adage
Just because one can
Doesn't mean one should.

He was the culmination
Of everything wrong with us
As a nation
A people
A gender
A veritable report card of failure
As I cringed
With each look upon him
As he moved about the train
Ghettoizing the environment.

I thought
It's too hot for this
Can you please save the theater?
Just as the hypocrisy of the moment
Struck me
Revealing again
The beauty of this place
And those souls who inhabit it,
Albeit briefly,
Constantly...
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