Locking yourselves in the windowless cage,
mirroring glares of flaming Goethite eyes,
nostrils like bright, stretched pimentos packaged
with sky-blue whipped cream, screeching you despise
the Constitution, you wipe it on your
matching rose and blue-flag rumps, gnaw through reams
of new laws, dubbing the waste paper pure
Signing Statements, turning your mammoth screams
and canine teeth on all critics whether
in-house, press, Congress, or public, forage
the country of freedoms though unsevered
from your secret room, your unceasing rage
ripping young from mothers’ guts—mad mandrills
shoving them out in the wasteland to kill.
Roger Armbrust
November 1, 2007
