Oligarchies Come to Me at Night

Oligarchies come

to me at night –

usually three

enlightened despots –

mildly engaged

with one another –

generally on

a kindred page –

they rarely fight.

What they hope to do,

I’m never sure.

I think perhaps

they make a tour

of other sleeping

human beings, too –

collaborating

to deliberate about

conundrums in us

which, awake,

we won’t recall.

What otherwise

they may be

up to I have

no idea at all.

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