he throws his reeking bones to our back yard
\nwhen he stands and yawns and stretches
\nthe ground shakes and our masonry cracks
\nbirds stay away and the woods are silent
\nno foxes prowl the neighbourhood nor racoons
\nhe empties stores of all provisions at once
\nthen his great guts growl and gurgle as he digests<\/p>\n
they welcomed him when first he came with promises
\nthere was a band and speeches and a sickly eagerness
\nhe would protect us and help us grow our crops<\/p>\n
he eats our crops and attracts flies and sycophants
\nhis farts pollute the air and our fishing creek
\nis now his sewer some of our children are missing<\/p>\n
on the other side of town they love him<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
he throws his reeking bones to our back yard when he stands and yawns and stretches the ground shakes and our masonry cracks birds stay away and the woods are silent no foxes prowl the neighbourhood nor racoons he empties … Continue reading