Classic Poem

The reporters heard a loud report.
They marketed the crash to those
gleeful it went agley, the sort
to save face by spiting their nose.
Flocks of fish fled schools of birds.
Orange rhymed with several words.

The state refused to release a statement.
The right left the left the right
to base itself on self-abasement.
Hardened crooks went straight despite
the coppers' lead. The leaders copped.
Redemption lived on the bottle tops.

The comedians waxed tragic
but their agents seemed to lose their will.
Grinning technologists worked magic.
Leaflets on the windowsills
made a quiet compelling case
for some other time and place.

The cowboys, cowed, gave up, and then
the miners wandered in a field.
The regime abandoned its regimen.
No noun could keep our doom concealed.
When asked the wooded regions wouldn't.
The can-can dancers tried and couldn't.