Elder statesmen (a poem)

Too Sunday for topicality? Too late…

They smell youth
these ugly old men
who parade across our screens
wearing their ginned-up outrage
like tie-dye or colors neon-hot

They’ve re-upped the club
and put themselves in charge

Tonight’s the initiation—
lock up your sons and daughters

It’s a cruel world out there
and the head vulture
is robed, with cross in hand

They smell youth…

(7 October 2018)

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