So Long, Eclipse!
He chooses of all today! — as the moon blots out
The sun — to address the nation on Afghanistan,
Strafed — where for fifteen years we’ve engaged
Taliban, Mr. blustery orangutan, baboon blotch on
Our land: blackguard! racoon! craven raven, dim as
The far side of the lune, bandido del anti-haven.
Lies and evil elide under his tongue, President
Who can’t to enlightenment our own young.
Gilt-goried, vainglorious hawk, his foul locker
Talk insults the aura of his subsequent-first lady.
Marriage must be a dark night of her greed.
Imagine waking to that thunder-clap screed . . .
Twittering dim, loathe to light the country’s
Honorable path, slack Mercury, his radioactive
Corona and coarseness corrode harmonies’ order,
Canting ’bout an ‘enemy’ wall at our gringo
Border! As black-eyed soleil wends its southerly
Course, our illuminati foresee t’plenary divorce.
MJM 8/21/17 SF
Total solar eclipse, USA, 10:15 PT
“Instead of a soul, [he] has an open sore.”
– Bill Moyers