Demon-Winder, Democracy

Blessed by Election Day, America, your voice will be heard

            your love of all seasons being overtaken by the one

            you come from all corners, and you corner all comers

 

Vote, jet airplane, you red, white and blue blinking sacrament of democracy

            against a digital sky of slate, glowing

Choice, jet fuel, you are hedonist, a bacchanaliast

            blown high above the highest tent poles

 

Dictator’s licks are torn into the darkness

            crying vixen of stars watches you pass

            taking down all the dirty deeds of the meteors and the messengers

 

Demon-winder, democracy, you are fresh from a kill

            and I love you

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