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Reconfigured

 

Be astonished by

A prism wave’s reach

The medicinal leech

A bulldog bat’s screech

  

But

Soften your lids

Restore your bite

Lower your brow

At the sound or the site

of

            Words he tweets

            Lies he tells

            Proclamations he makes

            Propaganda

he sells.

 

Be astonished  by

a printer-made shoe

that spit becomes glue

feathers aren’t blue

 

But

Pull up your socks

Lengthen your spine

Oil your joints

Stand up, realign.

 

To be astonished by him

is a blow to the head

paralytic freeze

till Democracy’s

dead.    

 

Instead

 

Ride Liberty’s back

her Freedom twin

broadcast words

sucked deep from within

flung from your jaw

to the dry fissured earth

reconstitute power

for all that you’re worth

 

Be angry

Incensed

Be ready to fight

From twilight’s last gleam

Through dawn’s refracted light.

 

But do not

be astonished

by                                     

him.

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– Linda Belans 

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