A young executive innocently
dropped what would
become a
toxic tweet.
She may be
callow and shallow
(Who isn’t at thirty?), but
she hasn’t heard
the end of it; shaming —
on and on
it goes, when and
where it stops
only
eternity knows.
He sat and thought about
her and what she has
suffered and she
didn’t even mean
how it read,
as if that should
even make
a difference.
When it meant something
to stand up to evil, when
Adolph dropped toxic
everything,
where were the voices?
Now, the self-declared
defenders of whatever
hide behind
tweets and
hash tags
and destroy as
mercilessly
as the secret service
did with their toxic
tweet — a
deadly knock
on the door.
And the dripping
hash tag
Blood of the Lamb
wasn’t enough
for the angel
of death
to pass
over.