Greenland
Trump Announces Steeper Tariffs on European Nations in Pressure Campaign to Purchase Greenland
the man with the orange mouth
stood behind a wall of flags
and said he wanted a country
like it was a steak
or a blonde with bad judgment
Europe blinked.
spilled its espresso.
checked the fine print.
“we’ll tax your wine,” he said,
“your cars, your cheese, your history.”
said it like a bartender
cutting off a drunk
who still thinks he’s charming.
Greenland sat there
cold and quiet
watching empires argue over ice
like children fighting over
the last cube in a warm drink.
nobody asked the seals.
nobody asked the snow.
nobody asked the graves
under all that frozen silence.
just men in suits
measuring the world in profits
and pretending geography
was real estate.
and somewhere
a fisherman in Copenhagen
lit a cigarette
and laughed so hard
he nearly dropped his nets.
because kings always think
they can buy the ocean.
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