Election Day

There's a squirrel on the powerline
about to make the Big Jump
The sun is high but its still gonna rain
Ministers with doom under their hats
give directions to out of town gamblers
and make obscene trips to the bank
Housewives lick their husbands' swastikas
in upstairs rooms as junior pokes holes
in the backyard earth
Voters line up like gravestones
on cold autumn afternoon
waiting for the big coin toss
Something dark floats in the lake
barely visible from the shore
Patio sunbathers
distracted by biscuits and cream
until whatever it is
sinks below the surface