Reflection

Narcissisus stares into the pool
And is shocked by his reflection.
A fat old man with a spray on tan.
White hair he can no longer hide
As it just refuses the dye.
Is it true what they say?
Diriat on, Dirait on.
The whispers he has heard in the long hallways.
He isn’t all together.
Isn’t all there.
Reality escapes him sometimes
He becomes the king of the world
He becomes the prince of peace
Dropping bombs in the carribean.
The water so blue.
Unlike this water that is a sickly green.
Why don’t they see it, how incredibly he is?
He performs miracles just like Jesus.
Everyday, heal the lame, hide them away.
But he won’t end up on no cross.
What time? What day?
Still it cannot be so.
Not as it is.
The pool is broken.
Yes, it must be.
Vandals have broken in
Contaminate.
Peel cobalt paint.
Off in sheets like skin shed 
Off the blue snake.
The one that is already dead.
The one that wriggled and giggled inside her.
Til she had to swallow on Eagle 
Which flew off with her medicine.

They say, the reflection is accurate in every detail
A tale of incompetence which led us astray.
Just he cannot accept it and yet can’t turn away.

(I feel like this may need a bit more revision, so I may be coming back to it. It’s just this situation was so predictable and such an indictment of the current administration, it almost knock me out)