THE ELECTORATE
Behold the fatted sheep, now shorn
fed on forbs and bulgur wheat
who sport a sullied, cloven fleece
led by rams down coffin planks:
willing
gleeful
bleating
sheared
abattoir-stunned, and gutted
butcher-boned
sweetened
salt-preserved
mutton-chopped,
and rendered.
—Poets Respond
November 9, 2014
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Kevin Heaton: “This poem was written to commemorate the midterm electing of a new set of same old Republicrats, and the resultant fleecing of an unwitting electorate.”
