Goodnight America

And I think you see we’re reopening NASA, we’re going to space,

bellowed Trump to Duluth, wafting his arms as though ushering the past to catch up.

Duluth replied in chant,

Space Force! Space Force! Space Force! 

Trump nodded on their rhythm, his chin tightening into pockmarks

as the smugness in his face for a moment congregated in a pursed grin.

Space Force!

he barked, quieting Duluth, who could doubtless have carried their

latest mantra through the crisp Minnesota night.

So we have the Army, the Navy, the Airforce, the Marines, the Coast Guard,

but we HAVE the Airforce, now we’re going to have... the Space Force, because it’s a whole...

Duluth saved him from the search of his next word by bursting into rapturous applause;

his left hand however had gesticulated that he was looking for something akin to enchilada.

We need it!

A pink sign reading WOMEN FOR TRUMP bobbed frantically behind him 

as the microphone picked up a satisfied sucking of evening air through gritted teeth.

We need it! As long as we are proud of who we are and what we are fighting for, we will never ever fail.

As the perceived truth and simplicity of the path to a domination of the stars that twinkled above them knitted its way through the crowd, Duluth fell quite still.

There is no place...like our place; there is no place...

like space.

Good night America...

Image by Prosopee [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], from Wikimedia Commons