Finally got around to an election poem

#smallpoems

Dramatis Personae
sashays on branches
of writhing White Birch
  climbing
    past  Vetala's
vaulted stories
slender and serrated
 twigs lisp
  as Sedklin's Chickens
dance to tunes of people
 desolate in Villages  lost
And so
Yima begins to dig
while milk rivers and
kissel banks of the Potomac
overflow, 
leaves shrivel
ill disposed toward the living
  an unclean death for
Simek forgets
warnings of wise men
 and the Apprentice
grabs the Broom
 once Again