An Ugly Poem--But With Beauty In It

An Ugly Poem—-But with Beauty In It

The Beast on his GoldenThrone 
prepares to flush.

Beauty adjusts her lustrous breasts, 
dons her stilettos.

They leave The Tower together 
without any touching.

Cameras flash all around the line 
of shiny black armored cars

as a sudden storm of silver words— 
big indicting legal words—

drenches the sidewalk entourage 
and pelts Beauty’s trenchcoat.

The Beast raises his arm, 
flashes his Grin, roars Fake News 

and they all depart with sirens, 
the astonished crowd left 

to scavenge among puddles fish
for glittering consequential coinage—

corruption, collusion, sedition.


                                              --Sef,10/30/2017