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As Clocks Creep on to Midnight
As clocks creep on to midnight
you stand in graveyard shift
ballot slip in hand
Above the ghosts of founding fathers drift
and vultures rule the land
the emperor Vesuvius ticks clockwork in his breast
his courtesans are Frankensteins and shadows
golems with wheels and cogs
with gleaming silver insects in their nests
while at the steps that lead up to the gallows
snap and bark mechanical cats and dogs
Last man alive you hesitate
the second hand creeps razor-like towards your throat
now cry out the robots
now cast your ballot, vote
end the reign of faltering and pain
ten seconds before midnight’s reign
vote man, for hell’s sake vote
Then place the noose around your neck
we’ll say it’s suicide
the night the monster called Democracy
voted to end the mockery
and finally died
© Johnmichael Simon
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