Treason
There are yet citizens who believe our town should remain clownless. It is beyond, to them, survivable dimensions that, now, our infallible leader is a clown, performing skits at civic functions, walking town hall in size twenty-two shoes. They remember cheering clownherds driving collected clowns through town and onto a fate we did not care to know. In some, it is nostalgia; in others it is an enmity that burns like the presence of purpose in a vacant room. Others ask how long before these citizens re-educate themselves; some ask how long before our leader clown proves these citizens right?
The latest of Ken Poyner’s twelve collections of poetry and flash fiction is “Science Is Not Enough,” speculative poetry. He lives in the lower right-hand corner of Virginia, and is married to a world champion female power lifter. He spent 33 years herding computers. See him in “Analog”, “Asimov’s”, “Café Irreal”, “Blue Unicorn” and another hundred or so places. www.kpoyner.com.
