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a dramatic dialogue
dedicated to "Lyin’" Ted Cruz
and that "Sniveling Coward," Donald Trump
Did Jupiter blink when the sun slid low
In the fall of a savage year?
Or was it something else, a weight, I fear,
That subdued what truths we did know?
Your concerns are of no concern to me,Less real than an effervescence.This purchase you seek bespeaks no presence –Let us trust in fortuity!
I never questioned the unintended,
Nor held certainty above chance;
But this is head-knocking, not providence:
Little fists, duress, lies tendered.
Trifles trifling! Change inevitable!These old gods – we’d never progress!From a future of ease you would digress,Your plaints most plainly pitiful.
New alliances forming, landscapes shifting,
Nestlings stay nested as trees take wing;
For November winds bring indefinite things
When the leaves are adrift and drifting.
Ed Goodell is a teacher of English and Journalism at Jakarta Intercultural School in Indonesia. When not in Jakarta, he makes his home in Olympia, Wa.