At The Outskirts Of Indifference by Victor Henry

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start
by trying to become your friend.     William Blake 

D.C. politicians, dressed in their customary black cloaks
Of serenity, talking double speak
From both sides of their mouth
To convince you

That they have your best interests in mind,
Betting their incumbent souls
On the black that you won’t question
Their integrity as long as they are in office

Smile falsely, send e-mails to their constituents
Who elected them, regurgitate their talking points,
In hopes you don’t see through their deceptive deceit
And vote them out of office,

Their polling numbers in single digits.
But because you have always voted the party line,
Spinelessly, you will again do so, like devotee groupies
waiting for election night results.

Meanwhile your historical fathers
Gather more and more Constitutional dust.

Victor Henry
My poetry and prose poems have appeared in Misfit Magazine, Dead Snakes, Homestead Review, The Paterson Literary Review, Red River Review, and Slipstream, among others. My book What They Wanted was published last November 11th, Veterans Day, by FutureCycle Press in Lexington, Kentucky.

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