Aftermath

There is nothing left.
The last misguided leader
has glided under the surface
tied to the last gullible voter.

There is nothing left
no glimmer of hope
just flat colourless despair,
a lost little buoy
and three gulls aglow.

There is nothing left.
But a last bubble breaks at the surface
a last final fall fart
a fleeting fianna fail flatulence.

It's over, they're gone.

For now.