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      November 9, 2014The ElectorateKevin Heaton

      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.

      from Poets Respond

      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.”