POLLS CLOSED
The eye of the hurricane
Stares into the slot machine.
We revolve in suspense
around the black hole of sense—
Then plunge abruptly
Into future uncertainty.
Who has been elected?
What idol erected?
OUR LAST COMMUNION The last time that I saw him He lay upon a hospital bed, Strapped down and thrashing to and fro. ...
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