Hugo comes to town

The delight of discovery
In this freefall of words
My thoughts turn over
To the events of the day
From the outside, through the media boxes
Hugo came striding
Boldly into town
Magical realism was never so mischievous
As he called the president “El Diablo”
(this was after a quote from Chomsky)
Bible sales may have soared less
Than books explaining the word “hegemony”
But Those in Power
Sang a song of outrage
While Those Without Power
Chuckled and opined:
“Whilst devil-like,
methinks you give him too much credit
not to mention
too much Oil…”
Let the Country and Western violins shatter
Let us all wake up
Daylight demons put in small boats
And cast out to the middle of the Wildlife Refuge
Let them there contemplate bugs and grubs
And dwell in their unsatiated greed forever
The Cowboy hat slipping over the benumbed brow
A ring of sweat to trace their days
In this, their assigned purgatorial post
As Power becomes reversible (continuously)
And we all train our binoculars
On the newest water foul in attendance
Then saunter off
To attend the multifaceted hoedown
At the local five and dime.