My 21st Century

what is this faith i am keeping
late nights in aisles of pharmacies
flu and cold season muscles tighten
to chapter four in a joke book
drawn from sleepless compulsion
there is a section on family structure
and a bunch of nonsense about Columbus
in time for the morning commute
shot in the back of the head at Ford’s Theatre
an actor cried in latin
the rights we had start all over again
or elect for Canadian migration
convert to some diasporic
where to go from here