Political

They came at dawn
while the swallows 
were still in the nest,
a black roiling cloud
of predators,
while behind them
waited the carrion birds
seeking to pick the bones
of the dead
as they have
since the beginning of time.
A year has passed
and the predators still come,
as regular as winter rain,
but their victims still stand,
while Mother Russia
has been exposed
as not the Earth Mother
but a whore
whose children follow her
not by their own choice
but by that of a tyrant.
In the fullness of time
this will end,
while the world waits.

A Sad Anniversary