The Beast

the beast has been undressed 
by the rhetoric 
of blaring trumpets
exposed to the world 

it’s underbelly covered with rotting scales of hate 
for the stranger the widow the child
the fetid smell of fear and angst  
fill the void between desire and reality

civility and the golden rule
truths long imagined as self-evident
exposed as smoke 
by the crowds cheering the trumpeters 

bestiam ex inferno