American vista

The geometry of power, a triad
three spirals waltzing conjoined
holding each other at bay

a triangle: the most stable of forms
grounded as if forever

a beautiful geometry meant to restrain
the possibility to err
and abuse

three branches and their tendrils
that keep the right distance
for justice and freedom not to be lost

dream of the foundation
wisdom bequeathed
to keep the country safe


Eheu, the triangle of power under the siege
of irrational numbers that swirl and slide
and bounce against its sides

fat jesters pluck its strings
ever more out of tune
in our name