The handmade sign I carried outside the Cleveland Cavaliers basketball stadium for the preliminary debate of the Republican party debates for the presidential nomination. |
It took me forty-five minutes
To walk to E4th and Huron
To the Cleveland Cavaliers
Basketball stadium I refuse to call
It by that letter between P and R
Which is somebody’s advertising
They paid for naming rights and get
To write off their corporate taxes as a
Business expense advertising carrying
The sign I made last night and this
Morning forty inches wide and
Thirty-two inches high of white
Artist’s foamboard two bolts two
Wingnuts two washers and a stick
Which formerly braced the back
Of a punched plastic card rack display
Forty-eight inches long tall
So the sign would project
Above my head making it noticeable
Among all the other signs which
I expected to encounter
Had the wind not been so strong
Pleasantly powerful for a clear day
I might have gotten there sooner
The sign was a sail and I’m not sure
Whether it helped or hindered
I’d laid out the format for nine-inch
Tall letters on both sides to maximize
Messaging this would be a silent affair
The noisy demonstrators were already
There screaming their chant rant cant
Walking in front of them sign held high
Cameras telephones followed
Only a couple of people asked me to explain
The Poor The War The World
One was a personable young man who
Wanted to tell me all political systems
Are secretly working together to enslave us
I informed him I thought he should try changing
The channel occasionally it’s ok we disagree
Cause I love you anyway and I you
I responded one very Republican looking
Guy in a suit came by from behind to
Inform me my shorts were wrinkled
Many stopped me to say I like your sign
But didn’t clarify whether it was
The typography or the politics
Passed tent after tent of cable personalities
Under bright lights holding forth for the cameras
Their opinions I ventured as flimsy as the tents
I was hoping for media to ask me to explain
Had they asked I would have said
These are the topics the declared won’t discuss
These are the subjects media ought to be probing
I’ll give you a dollar any time any one of these
Maniacs even mentions the poor the war the world
Meaning all the disastrous climate change
I won’t part with five bucks for the night
That’s what I would have said
Regrettably they let me stay silent
It took me an hour to get home
The wind was still strong the sunset magnificent
Demonstrating from five-thirty to eight-thirty
Took a toll on my knees feet
And head
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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