Politicians under the Guise of the Wild

No stubborn, sick mules allowed,
please drive them away into ether.
No criminally whipping dead horses
with the touched hand of Nietzsche.

There is a fatherless light seeking
all who shed their governed fur,
eclipsing the burlap brained who
vanquish their skittish profanities.

Let them consume the promise,
like footsteps eating sacred stairs,
happy to crown the childish skull.

Keep their heavy eyes lit externally,
internally untouched, unmapped,
heels dragging, shaking awful brays.