Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Trumpbird

I

Among thirteen greasy candidates

The only thing polling well

Were the numbers of the trumpbird

II

I was of three minds

Like a podium

Where the trumpbird speaks three times.

III

The trumpbird raged in the political climate

It was a large part of the disease.

IV

A man and a woman are one.

A man and a rapist and a trumpbird

Are one.

V

I do not know which to prefer,

The babbling of pundits

Or the beauty of innuendos about emails,

The trumpbird bellowing

Or just after.

VI

Images filled the TV screen

With vacuous words.

The shadow of the trumpbird

Crossed it, to and fro.

The mood

Traced in the lights

An incomprehensible platform.

VII

O dim men of NatRev

Why do you imagine serious candidates?

Do you not see how the trumpbird

Grabs the pussies

Of the women about you?

VIII

I know xenophobic babbling

And lurid, unbelievable claims;

And I know, too,

That the trumpbird is the source

Of what I know.

IX

When the trumpbird was elected,

It marked the end

Of one of many countries.

X

At the sight of trumpbirds

Governing in a corrupt haze,

Even the fans of non-voting

Would cry out sharply.

XI

He rode over America

In a glass coach.

Once, a fear pierced him,

In that he mistook

The sounds of a Klan rally

for trumpbirds.

XII

The bombs are falling.

The trumpbird must be tweeting.

XIII

It was evening all afternoon.

It was sucking

And it was going to suck.

The trumpbird sat

In the seat of power.

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