A glance

Tapped fingers and a sideways look

at the papers which they mistook

for the truth, or at least a version of it.

The clouds were still as grey as Death’s

sallow smile and rasping breath,

the sails were still for now and so we sit.

I’m gracious in so many ways

for the past however many days

of power have blown minds

and not just mine.


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