May and tornados, the usual cholera
loose among the choirboys. Sing
heigh, what sucking whorl blows by?
Only the huge sough of the body
politic, turning over
in its drooling, disappointed
sleep. Blessed is he
who leaketh the depositions
of the wicked; he hath convened
a new grand jury for Thy name's
sake. Plus the goat must die. Selah.
The dead witness eats dust
for your sins. And the Capitol is wet
with such a sweet and steady rain.