When NATO gathered today to pronounce the initiation rituals and well-titrated accosts for Ukraine to join “the family,” I couldn’t help but feel that there was a little too much cheer leading the ordinariness of military buildups. To that a side, I wrote this poem:
Family Photo Finish
The military and political rulers met
Having brought a bout
Fool alignment
With the good guise
And monumental doody
Their crowning achievement
Having gathered
At the round and round table
With their company of revered amens
Only too line up
For their family photo finish
Awe their fucks in a row
Praising God that they are not cue anon
I can’t help
But wander
Are wee the Hatfields or the McCoys?
