The bloated corpse is on display
for everyone to see;
the bubbling innards broadcast live
on everyone’s TV.
How did things end up this way
the people howl and cry;
why did no one tell us
that democracy could die?
And so we watch and vultures come
to pick the dead bones clean
and people stand, and stare, and shrug
at such a ghastly scene.
The time to act was long ago
we missed our chance to act
to call the doctor, not the priest
for the medicine we lacked.
And so we watch the burial
and wonder what comes next;
I’m sure the word will come to us
by email or by text?