Leadership has a rudder

The following is a poem I wrote about a captain without direction, a leader without vision, and ship without a rudder...

The motion of an arc

Drawing half-moons with no illumination

Possessing direction; lacking purpose

Possessing momentum; lacking vision

Like a captain taking decision

"Full steam"

Directing a crowd of anxious passengers

Toward no point

Only the invisible headdress belies

His bullish determination

To press on

To slice through waves

The pressing sound of kinetic energy

Like electrified cotton wool

Slotted behind the eardrums

Making it impossible to avoid

To duck

To dodge

The plowing power of the pendulum