Liberty's Left Hand


It’s the eve of prosperity’s hiatus
Wolves in dark suits
Circle in search
Of an open sore

Shadows with shovels
Death swaggers in
And opens a tab

Guiltless as sunrise
Bedfellows in exile
Emerge with new demands
Background noise gains on us all

Moneychangers on a hill
Auction the Oval’s hand
A two hundred year old woman
Expires at the pump

Grief stricken children
Bearing flowers detonate
Moonlight screeches
To a giant stop!


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