Poem-a-Day

                                            ^{… dreadful was the din 
Of hissing through the hall, thick swarming now 
With complicated monsters … —“Paradise Lost,” Book X}

The snow had buried Monument
                                      *
Where the Teslas spun their burnished wheels
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& the twice-dead Confederates ghost their plots
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& Lee & Stonewall dismembered still sprawl,
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Their bubble-wrapped limbs akimbo
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In their warehouse crates, & they wait to be 
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ensorcelled back to bespoken life.
                                      *
One hundred miles north the oligarchs clap,
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All of them turned to hissing serpents
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Seething & cat-cradling the Rotunda floor,
                                      *
Their darkling Prince droning on & on.
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They are stench & slither, their cobra-heads rear.
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They own us now. They python-swallow 
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Each & everyone. Swallow us whole.