This Election Thing.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

all the frogs
have always wanted
the white heron
to lead them

and for all these
rainy seasons they chant
and sing for
their chosen leader

after six years or so
the singing lessens
both in prosody and
timbre

there will be a lesser number of
them now
and they wonder where the
others are

for the rain have been
long and strong and the floods
come and

the great heron and all the other
herons
have all become fat, lazy
and too greedy


and all the good frogs still
do nothing....