The Wig by Benjamin Nash


Dignified, stately,
I was going to argue
that separation of
powers also meant
division of labor,
specialization, but
it fell off, a horse
stepped on it, a man
spit tobacco on it,
it turned brown, a
cat was seen playing
with it and I decided
not to go, smell it
all day, deal with
the blue jay, Madison
and his jokes, or have
Franklin, the others
stare at it, whisper,
faction against me.


BENJAMIN NASH has had poems appear in Southern Poetry Review, The Cape Rock, The Aurorean, The Chaffin Journal, and other publications.