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Mythopoeia
A perspective from Chase Miller
In the weeks since the assassination of Charlie Kirk, it has been tempting to succumb to hopelessness. It is rare to see both sides of the political spectrum reach any kind of consensus, but everyone, regardless of affiliation, seems to have simultaneously recognized this act as a harbinger of worse things to come. It is inarguable that political violence begets further political violence, and the reactionary base that rallied behind Kirk’s propaganda machine are not known for their nuanced, bipartisan attitudes. Nonetheless, the threat of rising political violence does not discriminate between red and blue.
In the decade since Donald Trump announced his first presidential campaign, we have all witnessed an escalating war of rhetoric. But, with the assassination of Minnesota State Representative Melissa Hortman and the attempted killing of State Senator John Hoffman, both outspoken democrats, it is clear that the next stages of this ideological impasse will not be fought with words alone. We live in an America where ideas, progressive or regressive, can be a death sentence. And while the whole of the blame cannot be placed on any individual, there are certainly many public figures who have made a career out of shamelessly fanning the flames.
No one can reason with a wildfire. Once the conditions are met, it is impossible to halt the spreading destruction outright. All we can do is try to work together to minimize the damage. In that spirit, I have written an elegy for Charlie Kirk. It is dedicated to his legacy of division, his legions of miseducated supporters, and the predominant political actors who cast him as a drill sergeant in their manufactured culture war.
For years, Kirk was a mouthpiece. Upon his death, he serves as a sentinel species, a canary in a coal mine. And in the revisionist history books, should his ilk continue gaining ground in their unending effort to claim the soul of the American people, he will be mythologized as a martyr. This poem is a response to his nascent myth, and the cruel myth-makers who will immortalize him.
Mythopoeia
A man dies on stage
And we are all named
Pallbearers
In lockstep, we march
To a hole on the horizon
Drowned in fresh flowers and fables
And crocodile tears
The sun never sets on us
But we are blind
To the light, as bats,
Etching our path instead
From echoes
And we never grow
Closer to unburdening
We can only wander in
Widening circles, bigger than
Anything our hands could build
Or barter or bomb
He won’t stop dying
On an endless loop
Staining seven billion
Baby silver screens
He won’t stop dying
Because we won’t let him
There remain too many parts
To be played
He is still on the stage
As his final refrain grows stale
And bitter in the air, as all ironies
The audience bare their teeth
And weep and wail
Encore
There is no scale anymore
By which to measure the weight
Of a man, living or dead,
Or his word
If there was a scale, we would skew it
With so many eager fingers at the ready
We make misdirection
Look easy
All hats, no rabbits
And no tricks here, folks,
But the show must go on
Without intermission
You must hold your tongue
But never your applause
Pure, unbridled belief is
A weightless thing with no feathers
Suspended by so many spider strings
Don’t you know
There is a monster
Behind every closet door
Don’t you know
There is no such thing
As shadow puppetry
Don’t you know
A man is dead
And that is the only mourning
That matters
Don’t you know
It was all going according to plan
And the credits rolled right
On time for everyone
Save him
Let us raise a toast
To the monsters we have made
And the money they have made us
Let us raise a fist
For the freedom
To die with a lie
On our lips and hate
In our hearts and keep on
Hating and lying and
Dying until we are
Done
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