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Before there were Elections -Nov.18, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 17, 2024
  • 1 min read

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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