Their greatest grandfather was a stroke
of genius to end
World War One
in 1916.

Oops.

Now, they stop whatever
steam locomotive has brought them
to this station, and bend
the rails
into their treads.

They overrun PBS
while nobody's looking

on the other side
of the glass.
In sharkskin
suits week after week after week
they stomach but never digest

William F. Buckley.

No water, no tank tops,
only these ivory turrets
of elephants, cursing the donkeys,
shooting the bull.