Smokestacks, carnations and ill-fitting suits Dust in gold leaf, hairspray-sheen plastic fruit Billionaire promises lie on heel and crown There’s a darkness on the edge of town Burnt rivers, burnt towns, burnt fields America Foreclosed Makes Great Again® Bankers — factory closers — knead their newest Reagan Her scorched earth harvests quarterly yields Tell her this is how fem’nism feels Investing meaning back to our lives, see Illusions for what they are And so go reach out, censured Walker Evans Touch a starched fabric of reality done scarred Drapes haggard on windows drawn tight Door locks and lost keys, marital rites Forearm fractures, undone sash Hand guns, rags in gasoline Corn muffins, baked beans and sour mash Hides yellowish bruising, black unseen Wealthcare, opioids and cigarettes Back gate…