By Joseph Woods
No sooner had the President been sworn in
when cholera stalked the high-density
neighbourhoods of the capital
and, with medieval aplomb
scythed a score and more.
An early act of grace by the President
was to pay passage for the former First Lady
and adversary, to attend her mother’s funeral.
Five-thousand air-miles in a private jet, whose luxury
she announced on return, had helped soften the blow.
In the burbs, the jacarandas arched to meet over avenues,
their purpling begun; snowfalls of sticky purple petals
while emerald-green verges glistened
to the furious flinching of water-sprinklers.