Election Night Coverage

An innocent
old guy, no longer
with an occupational
definition, not a
doer but a tryer.
Dodging the memories
of my own mistakes.
Harmless.
Things aren't
so bad for me.
I can just
flail about on
behalf of abstract others.
I say this
to ease the fear,
assurance that
there really
is no danger.
Why do I need
soothing rituals
and magic words?