Taking tea in front of the White House.
Uninvited, a forty-ton diesel truck
Bursts through the railings
and skids across the lawn.
Tables are turned. Salads tossed
to the grass, canapés to the wind.
Colonels and creamcakes
squelch in the mad career.
Senators scream, tyres squeal,
underlings crunched underwheel.
Out of control, the juggernaut
surges towards the President.
No one moves. Slow motion now,
as in a dream. Half-smiling
he turns to face it. Smash.
Smithereens. Then silence.
The Great Man dusts his suit
ensures his tie is straight.
The truck is given the kiss of life.
But too late.