The Gonzo Wolf

The city waits on creaking knees

Still snapping from winter’s last push

The mother sends seasonal assassins to battle the poor, one snuffed chimney at a time

One failed grid

One highway physics lesson

The roller holds power en masse

To seven-figure donors’ life support

While servants huddle for survival

Burning their dead

For just one…last…day

They were placed in power to kill us

The peaceful, the players, the preachers

Expendable until tax season