A sonnet for VVP

Vicious but vacant with a frozen face,

Lips sealed except for lies told with finality

All blending evil with his own banality.

Death’s bridegroom, yet he flees from her embrace.

In state he sits (or could it be a double?)

Mocking the fools who beg him for a boon

Instruments pre-set to play his tune.

Russia’s lead pilot, bombing hope to rubble

Vaporizing justice, truth and law:

Propaganda firing without cease

Until the world’s subdued into his peace.

(Trump quickest to deliver up his awe.)

In yielding to this wretch is special shame

Nonentity should be his given name.

Richard Heller August 2025