America Turning

I hear their angry voices
those left outside the circle
seething through the iron bars
caught up in the spectacle
teeth clinched
spittle at the mouth
eyes bloodshot
fists pumping…
they follow
because the peddler is
bold and confident
loud and certain
spectacular to watch
the new führer-
he hears them-
heil and all hail
he whips them into a frenzy
and they storm the palace gates
shatter the chandeliers
puncture the portraiture
burn the Duncan Fife furniture
piss on the great oval seal
and stand tall
with heaving chests
among the rubble
the charred remains
the ruin
and declare
“Victory!”