rubber bullet broadcast: presidential diarrhea

he says "..."

somehow. he can speak ellipses.

a small croak comes out of his mouth.

never heard Ché say that,
even between teleprompters full of bullshit.
its a slow leak in the basement
not a gunstock to the brain stem-
a hood over the head not a bomb.

the shock troops are tubes
for order out of chaos,
weapons who are many,
hardly knowing, as they harm-

this is how things are taken,
how small wonders become gone.

I spit. He stutters saying "freedom".

an after-advertisement ultimatum:
"with us or against us".

WE DO NOT HAVE TO CHOOSE: WE ARE THE MANY AND YOU ARE OF THE FEW.

at non effugies mios iambos, at non effugies mios TRUTH