Ftrain, by Paul Ford

The Surrender to the Fools was effected
with mimimum pomp - to their sheerest
miff for they had arrived
in fool regalia: gowns and suits
and hoods and badges, bright
chains of office. Instead
their capitulators gave wry,
exhausted speeches...out of order, off in pace
but the snapped-back fools smiled grandly through
them all, surrounding each
whistling irony and wish-
ing everybody all the best
elsewhere, knowing there’s no such place.