“the right to bear arms…”
the fresh blood drying
in the streets
Congressional conjectures
amidst empty coffers
of wolves and sheep dogs …
the choked-off trachea
of a dead sheep
“The sheep should have listened…”
“Return the dog to the field…”
inverted yield curves
everyone to blame except
where “the buck stops…”
“Everything is fine now…”
“You have to vote for me…”
wailing winds
the clattering tongues cease
before silence
pass by these scattered, shattered
carnival smoke and mirrors
for dVerse poets’ Tuesday Poetics: Smoke andย Mirrors (pubtended by Amaya). The Pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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