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Article: On Election Day.(Baby Boomer Issue)(Poem)
- Article from:
- Prairie Schooner
- Article date:
- September 22, 2009
- Author:
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I hear democracy weep, on election day. The streets are filled
with brokered promise, on election day. The miscreant's vote the
same as saint's, on election day. The dead unleash their fury, on
election day. My brother crushed in sorrow, on election day. The sister
does her washing, on election day. Slowly, I approach the voices dark,
on election day. The men prepare for dying, on election day. The morning
hush defends its brood, on election day. So still, so kindly faltering,
on election day. On election day, the cats take tea with the marmoset.
On election day, the mother refuses her milk. On election day, the frogs
croak so fiercely you would think that
Mars had ...