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      January 1, 2017NobodyJill M. Talbot

      Listen up, it wasn’t that bad.
      Nobody got cancer—
      Nobody died of cancer—
      Nobody died of cancer
      While rollerskating on the moon.
       
      Pedophiles were old news.
      Santa came, didn’t he?
      Somebody dressed as Santa came?
      You know at that office party
      We aren’t allowed to talk about?
       
      Nobody got in bed with Putin
      Without a marriage proposal.
      Nobody said Stalin, Santa and Zenu
      Were the three stooges.
       
      Nobody coughed up a lung or sold a kidney
      On an AirCanada flight to Saskatoon.
      Nobody declared themselves a pervert
      On BBC Channel 4. Nobody got the last laugh
      First class. Nobody took a pee break
      During the apocalypse movie.
       
      Nobody tweeted their last words
      In 140 characters full of auto-correct
      Embarrassments. Nobody followed
      The yellow brick road to Russia,
      Or said all roads lead to WWII
      Re-enactments. Nobody shared
      Fake news, wrote fake poems,
       
      Or dressed up as Hitler. Nobody
      Dressed up fried chicken from the dumpster
      To look like a Kardashian to sell to
      Tiny Tim. Nobody did a documentary
      On Scientology or gave Tom Cruise
      A lobotomy. Nobody said Goodnight Moon
      When they really meant sun.
       
      Nobody said Jihad, nobody said
      Jeopardy. Nobody said
      What is Facebook? Nobody got
      All distraught on Twitter.
      Nobody remembered that
      I see dead people kid.
       
      Nobody had monsters under the bed.
      Nobody had weapons of mass destruction.
      Nobody had that adolescent existential moment—
      The monster under the bed is us.
       
      Nobody read Goodnight Moon
      Like they really meant it. Nobody voted for
      Somebody they’ll vote for again.
      Nobody shared fake news, nobody
      Wrote fake poems. Nobody said
      2016 was a year to be remembered.
      Nobody wrote poems.

      from Poets Respond

      Jill M. Talbot

      “This is a response to the often trite way we have of summarizing up a year with platitudes or lessons learned around this time. It is also a response to the increasingly fraudulent and bizarre news out there. 2016 will be remembered.”