Suffer the parasites whose jowls slurp
the debts from debased regimes
Toss darts at the wigs of jurists
pending the suspension of pattern recognition
Dispense homilies to fissures
in the civic tableau
And what of those opposite me?
Will they still pipette the morbid
stem cells of a polity in its metamorphosis?
Will they think they anticipate the granules
that will fall from the next turn of the mill?
Andy Oram
October 4, 2026