Dream of Presidential Exchange as Birdsong

David Blomenberg

                                                     Starling and
gaudy jay. Accusatory. Feeble and broken sounds
throughout the brighter debate. Air and years of service.
Mossy logs as podia. Quick flourishes, wing-flashes,
nearly savage equipments of that sort. Reputations,
impugned, chilling the encounter. Form in hand-in-hand.
Let danger come. Defiance, as spoken from deep
library chairs. Appearing at ease. Polished
mahogany. Each considers his maleness
weakened; his days the only admissible trophy,
their own self-interested agenda their dialogue, their
bullet the only debt you owe.

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