Electioneering

Electioneering

At the end of the garden
           there’s a small patio
where at night
           the foxes gather
in the shade
           of the green shed
to chew over
           the affairs of state

This morning
           in the early hours
I was woken
           by the commotion
of their shrill voices
           engaged in a debate
more strident than I had
           ever heard before

To be or not to be
           that was the question
whether it was nobler in the mind
           to run and hide
or to vote the present
           government into the dust

John Lyons

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