Politician
the drumbeat pulse in the neck,
the nostrils' red flare,
these are giveaway symptoms,
while the rest of it salivates below,
under a shallow slight smile,
the barest gleam of surface kindness.
noble Gibraltar of chin,
fearless of cheekbones--
one must, of course, favor the cheekbones,
the photo/genetics of it,
and a jaw sturdy enough
to chew broken ideals and virtues
down down down into pablum,
where the agile tongue ladles them
to feed the hunger of the speech.
the body posture the empire itself, yes,
strong of cold muscle and blood,
whitewashed reflections of the dark,
masculinized white marble self-aggrandizement,
the rest hidden under a dark blue power suit,
and the patriotic blood-red necktie
of a desecrated oath.
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