Oct 17

hilltop politics

She takes her place atop the mountain
White goo trickles from her mouth. 
Trumpets hail her arrival- entourage shall be here soon.
She must wipe away her shame.
The dancing clown, in leaps and bounds.
Will perform its way up.
It does not bring a smile to the face of master.
Exiled from prison,

Their eyes will meet.
No words exchanged,
She is swept away.
Just a memory on the wind.