Ode to DC

while standing on the plain of snakes
what will we become in the
garden of the lost and abandoned

while the wild game and the farmer's son
hear the normal whispers
of their tiny habitats

seeing around corners make change
to the carnival of losses
that reveal the kinship of secrets
and the urge to impeach

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