one by one
tent cities dismantled
amidst drifting snow
the mayor wears a smile
for the camera
will my bed
be far enough away
from my neighbour’s ...
a masked old man murmurs
by the shelter entrance
weareall
inthistogerther, t o g e t h e r
facing the challenges
politicians of all stripes
at each other's throats
Note: For more, see "To the Lighthouse: A Rhetorical Device, Irony"
