poem #2

Skeletons replace masses.
The world is complex in another way, though not a new one.
Polls indicate considerable despair, considerable hope.
A china-blue falsehood diverts this honeymoon.
My irresistable pain clouds children's eyes and cheeks.
Their imitation is sincere.
Numbers overwhelm.
Mexican, Russian, arctic, and tropical phantoms swarm.
A perpetually blinking light.