I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.
It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.
One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.
Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems.
To write about the monstrous sense of alienation the poet feels in this culture of polarized hatreds is a way of staying sane. With the poem, I reach out to an audience equally at odds with official policy, and I celebrate our mutual humanness in an inhuman world.
Cherish your wilderness.