traders and jobbers and lawyers and cronies
who speculate and siphon
such fellows are not my fellow citizens

traders and jobbers and lawyers and cronies
who speculate and siphon
such fellows are not my fellow citizens
silence is treason
and axes, hooks, and other instruments of destruction
have their own noise.
democracy sings
and beating, stabbing, and hot wax
discharge neuromuscular tension.
demagogues gluttons subalterns
trump distinction.
general stricker is not at home, cannot be seen, would do no more
sanctuary for cadavers collected
from fresh graves and murdered sailors,
for imported mummies,
for cryosectioning and magnetic resonance imaging
of atoms now scattered in the streets
more elegantly than confetti
a boatswains pipe called
to make sail and take them in again.
four horses pulled it in step
on front of the parading crews,
then the tiny federalist sailed.
to warmest expressions of ingenuity