is the No. 1 hymn in this hell
where the news scrolls by
like sandpaper on the soul.
Wars and rumors of war
earthquakes, snakes and
private aeroplanes.
You should be afraid
of the one-sided (so far)
civil war against dissent.
The only way out is through
a cordon of soulless thugs
bent on ending the non-
compliant, to paint a new
American Dream in blood
for the White Christ of Hate.
We are standing on the brink
of the Edmund Pettis Bridge
facing the men with guns.
The only way out is through.
— For MLK Day 2026
Morning is Broken
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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