The traitorous ambassador and his murderous gardener stopping tanks in Virginia streets

The traitorous ambassador took his murderous gardener
by the hand softly and they stood in front of the tanks.
Alone they intimidated the commander of the forces
on the streets and stopped their advance into town.

Like pulpits to the movie stations that gave
roguish myths peace of mind for tabletops
and the censure of the trade of malfeasant arms
sleeping and abating in jars of smoking sponge rhythms.

Bacchanal worshipers with whisky and beads
defending Virginia like and obligee to a law
of God or Gods or Term of Law or Rules Forthright
that took a joyride in their minds until the evening.

And that night the animals of the county woods took everything.
All their gathered arms and defenses were stolen by the raccoons
and rats and possums and squirrels that had since learned how to build
homes and hospitals and grocery stores, all for their own kind.

The murderous gardener decided to offer his service to Sammy the Snake,
seeing his house was the most elaborate and best outfitted with armament.
He might appreciate a good garden, the murderer thought. Sammy offered him
room and board and the traitorous ambassador banished him from human dwellings.
Throughout Virginia, as the government tried to seize town by town, the people
found they could fight back with the blessing of the now conformed animal kingdom.