Cut off in the dunes without bread
without meat
I never thought history
would turn this way,
that a Rhode Islander would assume the Presidency
of our Nation.

There was a time
when quahogs from the salt flats
were the only sustenance
for me and my fighters.

Now I share my bold delight
to learn my former nemesis
has watched my inauguration
from a prison cell in Job Lot,
his foul soul steaming.