Poems of the Week

The Gerrymander

by David Hedges

The gerrymander, like the slithy tove,
Is slightly slimy (think of Karl Rove)
And angular, an ersatz Etch-A-Sketch
Conception rendered by a scurvy wretch
Shape-shifting as he draws a line between
The hard-to-starboard types and those who lean
To port, thus making sure the hoi polloi
Stay in their place—an airtight, ironclad ploy
To maintain order in an otherwise
Untidy world, where mome raths jeopardize
The borogroves, and one-percenters scratch
Their itch for riches with a bandersnatch.