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
knee-jerk frenzy
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.
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