Governments shake and shimmy
with outrage, striving to protect their own;
but the people forgot to submit
address change cards and the names
were all changed to protect the guilty.
Suits stand, belt out the company song;
after calisthenics, they shake hands and
utter power words as the captains
swing the incense.
Politicians mount up for virtual jousting
but, at the point of contact, the mirror shatters:
“We have met the enemy,” they intone,
“and he is us.”
They sip congratulatory juleps as
the lackeys sweep up virtual splinters.
The Grand Ayapoobah takes a deep drag
off a no-filter Camel; he leafs through
The National Enquirer
looking for a sign.
Nearer than we think and
farther than we can imagine,
The Old One sits wondering
what has happened to
the greatest show on earth.
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