Our Philistine President

by David L. Williams / October 12th, 2025

Progression in a diabolic mind
is obvious when spotted from without,
but from within it’s all one of a kind,
no evil impulse ever cast in doubt.
Its thought is like a worm on damp pavement,
all slimy in its stretching pilgrimage;
its presence tempts the world to step on it
before it has a chance to come of age.
Some may stand off and watch it in disgust
or merely shift attention to ignore
what may take many days to turn to dust
shrinking in stages till there is no more.
It’s almost as its innermost desire
has cast it opposite heavenly fire.

David L Williams is retired from 34 years teaching high school English in Lincoln, Nebraska, his primary residence since he went to college there in the 80s. His poems appear in numerous publications, including Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Masque & Spectacle, Live Nude Poetry, Sublunary Review, and The New Verse News. Find more about David and his poetry at Class Words. Read other articles by David L..

This article was posted on Sunday, October 12th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.