make a lecture
on despair, despair,
despair.
Black wings,
black eyes,
red beak & wicked
blade. Baked
in a pie like
desiccated grapes
on the breast
of Pallas. Knows
what you did, ever-
more learned
than the dove,
dullard, drops
pebbles in the mouth
of willing
delegates & wills them
to break with convention,
woos them with
promise of spiced
wine & loose women,
wind in immigrants'
faces, a million whining
planchettes scraping their names
across the ledger
of eternity's corporate boardroom
& casino
penthouse suite.
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