Is Bono Secretly Fraternising With Wall Street Elites?

I’d like you to imagine the walls
and ceiling bubbling
with mournful yak eyes,
a bestial froth;

the secret fraternity peering
into the room
from their occluded dimension.

I’d like you to imagine a thousand
larks shrieking “cui
bono cui bono” and falling
charred out of the sky

into your lap, spread with elite
gingham, the better to receive
eternal benediction.


(Being my own response to Uut Poetry’s “Clickbait” challenge)