
Petulant young politicians fresh from a strategy meeting about how to spin the government shutdown file past the continental breakfast table at the local Motel 6 snapping shut their Samonsite attaché cases wiping oat muffin crumbs from their seersucker suits while across the street at the local cemetery of dead dreams within the sprawling assemblage of contentious corpses, casualties of a full metal civilization the groundskeepers fresh from a blue-plate special are picking up refuse with nails driven into tips of old rake handles spearing with imperial vengeance plastic wrappings and paper cups agitated by irascible winds of change chasing them across great sweeps of marble-studded grass following them along the putrid streams of spongy gutters as they spill into […]