in the past new leaders would stand over
the dripping pincushion of an old man
as they gloat under an ill-fitting crown
now we simply vote, put a dot next to a name
slip the paper into an envelope or box
and cross our fingers under the bedcovers
sometimes we might awaken and remember
the recent twist of our political history
the peaceful transfer of power
flesh-ripping instruments are now banned
no sticks or stones either though we’re still
allowed to keep daggers in our eyes
throw them anytime we want
and imagine they hit the mark
it makes anyone feel good
so you can go on with your day
proud of the marksmanship
in a nice blue suit purple plaid tie
knotted to perfection as you push
a heavy glass that opens into
the lobby of an office building
that scans for weapons
as you brace for a different battle
for the next nine hours
tenth floor - accounting department
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