There is a house full of snakes
waiting to devour us
fangs slick with the ejaculate of
politicians, bellies fat with
power and the scrawny limbs
of dying children, sacrificed for the greater
good, gently laid to rest
before an altar draped in patriotic
cloth and the stench of soggy dollar bills wet with sweat and creased
from Uncle Sam’s fat fingers, and the whores
pick up their guns and strip down to their fatigues and turn the charm on
like it’s the final fuck
before the fix.
And from his cloud perch, god sits watching, caged and laughing
at the folly of us all.