How can I name what I cannot bear to see?

Amid soot-encrusted snow in Minnesota,
a scene from the German '30s, transferred
to cellphone-camera'd cyberspatial Now:

this rancid America, this daily devastation.

I light no candle, write no elegy,
keep no peaceful vigil. I pray foul plagues
on the dealers of death and their cheerleaders,

on all who wear their hats and wave their flags,

mortal pain upon the progeny and kin
of federal assassins, torturous death

to all the architects of liberty's extinction,
to their felonious and predatory mascot,

to lynch-mob bible-bangers drunk on death.