21 Jun 2016 – Elites
This city’s rats are dressed in tails
and top hats now –
although they’re still eschewing napkins, forks, and knives.
They entertain the candidates in penthouse suites,
their hot, torrential trickle-down makes gutters cry.
Gnawing on the children, they grow fat and glossy,
culling those unfit to fight and die in battle
for their right divine to rule, gold calf’s apostles,
those speeches that you hear are just the trash can’s rattle.