Today I watched a man become the ruler of the world.
With legions at his whim marching before him,
He looked on with a dismal and faraway gaze
Winking and shooting index shots like J. Wayne amid a spastic bramble of snapshots.
Those that preceded him, trembling and scoffing at the power he'd yield
As the torch was passed. They looked on as if beholding
A funeral pyre,
The forward-marching flag burning to the sound of great applause -
Mass oblivion and delusion.