At last the election slumps into a coffin. The smoke scatters. Sirens that had spent their strength screaming rest. Joseph comes down to a street of bulleted concrete, graffiti, strewn ballots, bodies. His lip carries teeth marks and blood. He walks to the train station. Children, women, and men huddle with confused faces.
The Final Father of Democracy
The Final Father of Democracy
The Final Father of Democracy
At last the election slumps into a coffin. The smoke scatters. Sirens that had spent their strength screaming rest. Joseph comes down to a street of bulleted concrete, graffiti, strewn ballots, bodies. His lip carries teeth marks and blood. He walks to the train station. Children, women, and men huddle with confused faces.