I’ve have always found the juxtaposition of folks without any housing with folks who have second homes, especially when those second homes are far bigger and more expensive than most people with housing. This chasm may be a particularly telling indicator of the level of collective empathy of our nation. This poem is a utopian, anti-Orwellian fantasy where “second home encampments” are raided rather than “homeless encampments.”
2084: Novel, Utopia
Up and down
Awe the shoreline
At the second home encampments
The police raided
The “More-hommes”
Those citizens who couldn’t get enough
Sucking up
Resources beyond their need
Masses of second homes
In prime locations
Was emblematic
Of such illegal encampments
Their collective licentiousness
Was matched soully
Buy their generous excuses
Of “God permits”
