Government of the People

The mad minister pulls the wings off glued-down flies.
‘It relaxes me,’ he says. ‘It always has.’
He smiles at the frightened people stood before him.
They’re glued down too, he thinks. He looks for eyes
that stay averted from the wingless flies.
He beckons to those with averted eyes.
‘Come here,’ he orders. ‘Here! Stick out your tongue.’