You voted for apocalypse
Because you thought it didn’t matter
and no one would know, indulging
a venal impulse to deny everybody
everything, and you believed
it wouldn’t affect you personally,
now you are on The Road, with
your daughter as Handmaid, thinking
about the border wall as you trudge,
head down, through another war,
more inflation, and the airports unusable
while the price of fueling your car
is beyond your means. Here you are
on your feet, sir, dodging the dogs
left hungry after the kidnapping
of your neighbors, feeling your blisters
becoming infected in this world
where the nurses have gone home
to take care of their own families
and you are left in the dark
of the overtaxed power grid
no one knows how to fix
because you thought it didn’t matter.