Like Birnham Wood

Macbeth has murdered sleep.”

In my America we rise early, peel-eyed

after churning, late and clammy,

in worried tangles of distress.

We find it hard to breathe, we boot up and roar dismay

into the cyber-sphere.

Macbeth has murdered sleep.”

Into our pillows and the ears of our bedmates we whisper: I still cannot believe…

The world gasps: America/ elected/ a fascist

What now? What now?

What do we tell the children?

We pace in kitchens, watch the coffee drip, and morning light haul itself, stiff-reluctant, over the rooftops.

A new day is dawning

In his tower, the Thane of Tawdry — “who shall be King hereafter,”

packs his gallery with rogues, be-knights the sons and daughter.

This day has a look we know, like the face of a day, pick a day,

the face of a Berlin day — 1932.

But in red America up pops the sun, shiny white and clean.

America soon will be great again, so say you all.

Hi-ho, hi-ho it’s off to work you go.

Jobs for all and a tall, tall wall,

The Brown beans mowed back and Black matters no matter

Muslims counted, bound and booted just in case.

And let’s rethink the Jews.

A great day dawns

For you have seen the end of sassy pussy women nagging, nagging.

Now you know just how to shut them down

and grab ’em, grab ’em, where you will.

And no-mo homo weddings thank you very much,

No dirty fairy gays at all, and cakes are sweet for only red America.

In red America you pray and pray

For you are good and you are great in red America.

Macbeth has murdered sleep

for now.

But we — in my America — we the shaken,

Are we not the Birnham wood?

Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birham Wood shall come against him.”

So are we not the Birnham wood, that moves,

our roots unfixed, even now, a foot, a mile, a minute closer every day?

Let every soldier hew him down a bow

Then steady on, outraged America.

Be the forest now, branching forward,

Resolved and tree by tree toward Dunisnane.

                                                                                             Roz Calvert 2016©