Last time Donald ascended the throne we got Covid
for our trouble. Slept in after the Super Bowl,
spread gain-of-function throughout the nation. The howl
for and against masks, quarantines! Even Ovid

would have had trouble keeping up with variants
metamorphosing like Kafka’s ID crisis
(of course, Rilke had crossdressing experience).
Trump said the Chinese did it, and some said Isis.

Miracle vaccines appeared like never before,
ol’ Warp Speed emergency authorization —
Big Pharma a windfall laughing Fellinii whore —
Google protecting against disinformation.

Oh sure there were impeachments. Clown shows. Fraud.
Cast-offs from Disney’s Aladdin stormed the Bastards
on Jan 6, some say with the help of Russians. (Cod —
cod, what’s happened to the industry?). The herds

Nietzsche warned us about now own democracy.

Now Trump, the felon, rises again, Supreme Court
handing him immunity for his sweet revenge
against the sad phony and loser fake cohort
who done him so wrong from the Beltway to Stonehenge.

Billionaires are coming out to support Harris,
the way they came out to reconstruct Notre Dame,
offering cash to save the jewel of Paris,
burnt-out, investigators still searching for blame.

Democracy is like a gothic cathedral
that needs gargoyles to guard against the animists,
the greedy death monsters of end stage capital.
But is Kamala enough to stop the fabulists?

I’d prefer Angela Davis and her raised fists.

John Kendall Hawkins is a writer and former columnist for the now-defunct Prague Post, and is a defunct Fifth Columnist for the Left in a world Dylan says has gone mad. www.tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com.