The world, the young woman said, is ruled by old men
with hard, brutal faces and an ugly lust for power.
Nothing that gym bars or strictures of the personal physician
can offer will help them in the end when the dark fog drops
to cover the formerly sentient mind, its edicts like arrows
that once made the sky dark, repulsed its multiple enemies.
They will be swallowed up, taken away babbling, a curse
on their withered lips, their red faces hot and confused
