It’s Never Easy
Our Mayor Phagus has never died peacefully.
Once he fasted for a week, then ran naked
through the snow calling on us to repent
before succumbing to exposure. Once
he shot people at random from the courthouse steps
until a maverick judge took him out.
Now his thick curtains are drawn; rumors say
he beats his family, and as they sleep
with one ear cocked, he gnaws the end of his power
while a fever hollows him out. It won’t be long
until he gives his eulogy
and succeeds to the office.
Since Isem wrote this, it’s safe to say it’s an allegory of some sort. I hope the author, at least, knows what Mayor Phagus represents.