You never know when democracy will choke
out a glottal-stopped death rattle
under elliptical bows of grandeur,
fences and steel that stand monolithic
under guile, the guise of greatness.
Can you hear the semantics cast in
invoking the hysteria of red states?
Neville never saw the signs
glad-handing in clueless clucks
despite the world realigning
in desperate coordinates.
Churchill read ciphers like constellations
knowing fragility threads muscle and spirit.
We never saw it coming! Only you kind of knew he'd
ape it, an orange marshmallow man teetering over DC
dancing a bigly toppling jig.