Thursday, March 10, 2022

A Nation of One, Terzata #37


His own minion in that nation,

He eats like a king, thinks like a stool.

All of his words are defecation.


His actions insipidly cruel,

He pounds his fist on the able,

Whips his army like a mule.


Hacksaw and hammer and Babel

Bang on the running heads

Of corpses on the embalming table.


He dreams of flowing Red,

Of flags and blood, this revelation:

The elimination of the dead

And his exalted exaltation. 

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