They arrive, bellied and bearded.
In a pack.
Sure of themselves.
Take a step back, they will hang you
Off lamposts.
We have seen it before.
Berlin in the war, South Africa, Missouri.
They never went away,
They are always with us.
Vigilance, vigilance, vigilance.
This good life is fragile.
Snarling, they come, hiding
Behind their thin veneers
But it is as certain, as Mars
Is to Venus
They will be back, bull whips trailing.