"Convocation of Politic Worms"
For four years, blistering words and wounds
broke open the skin of norms and ideals
until pustules formed, oozing out on a landscape
unused to such brazen corruption in the light
of day. Corpulent robber barons swung sharpened
axes as they emerged from inside the halls of power.
Racism lauded in the open and loosened like rats
from a burning ship. “Motherland Russia, Putin”
echoing forth from foaming mouth of Bigly
in the White House, mimicked by opening orifices
of Senators within punishing coils squeezing
vile lines from the damned in grip of half man
with large eyes and a hole in his snake mouth
—"the better to eat my constituents with,” it said
with wicked smile as it curled round and round
piles of money, this half snake, half human shape,
with poison dripping from white fangs, and they
praised him and the Emperor Worm,
even the handful of hollow women behind them,
soul-gutted on minimal power, clotting the blood
of the nation with lies in obsequious submission
to that naked hybrid half man installed
by greed and foreign powers, that emperor
without clothes or knowledge, without soul
or conscience, dictator-shaped, corrupt,
perverse, this bloated maggot crawling along
with inverted Bible for show, not on a shining hill
but behind walls and wire real and imagined,
beneath humanity and dignity in underground
bunker, turning out propaganda and poison
from the people’s house now emitting a stench.
The smell of rotting decency and laws meant
to protect now released to destroy and maim.
Rank decisions by ranked men as sniveling
collaborators like the Vichy government
before Hitler. Not an ounce of bravery
anywhere amongst them, gutless spawn
of a land built by slaves, and gilded
by unconscionable, unrestricted avarice.
Such pale men refusing to relinquish their hold
on slaveowners’ ill-gotten gains, pale men
with yellow bellies and yellow tongues
lying with complete and utter abandon.
Cheering on their toy soldiers dressed for war
who stand on the necks of the oppressed,
shouting “White Lives Matter” and other
obscenities raining down upon a land
where once heaven’s rain had fallen.
Americans still with a heart and conscience
cried and bled and took to the streets
to pull down unholy idols as they were beaten
and gassed. While sludge and scum oozed
from houses of power commanding obedience
and vengeance, striking down any who dare
to question their naked, pitiless, ignorant,
nasty, and foul, false Emperor Worm.
Insectoids crawl out of the ground as distortion
spreads through this plague of politik deception.
*”Convocation of politic worms” is a phrase from