Flight 8646 to LaGuardia / Partial Government Shutdown ~ Friday, April 10, 2026

Speak the truth, call the devil a liar

Speak too loudly only in semaphore
perhaps you do not understand the need
even if the pilots landed elsewhere
as if to crash land were a metaphor
kindly, speak kindly of the dead, they say

too little, say less, say nothing, succeed
honestly and move on, but over there
exactly where is that, now, say no more

tragedy in the news, on the runway
remember the dead fondly, speak kindly
understanding tragic events explains
the context-perspective of untimely
haunting the narrative of landing planes

catch a tiger by the tail, to deplore
accountability in government
lets the sinister fox out of the box
lead us not into temptation, but delve

too deeply and get lost, the details spent
how to find balance in each moment
each event seems out of balance, the fox

dives into the foxhole, a book to shelve
evil is just a word if the background
visually remains obscured, to foment
information for a revolution
line the lawyers up against the wall, shoot

aspire to greatness, Napoleon

listen to the congress people, astute
in argumentation, but have they found
answers in problem-solving heuristics
remind them of the pilots logistics

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