Toward Empire

“This road’s always been bumpy,” he was fain to say
as the campaign bus tossed side to side
like a restless beast in want of prey
while the reporters chuckled, or quietly cried.
Bumpy as that old road was, he did not yet yield,
but instead gave them a charming smile.
I looked through the red-stained rear windshield
and saw corpses strewn like speed bumps, mile after mile.

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