I want you to picture this — Bernie Sanders
& Dick Cheney together holding a sign
that says brat fall. Lord God, your grand design
makes miracles, although, Boss, it meanders,
mudbound and slippery as a nest of salamanders,
dual-breathing mixture, son of Frankenstein:
stitch, meld, mold, combine and recombine—
proofed against presidents-past slanders
by September’s now-exhausted yard-sign green—
enfeebled avatars of two exhausted dreams
play on as their Titanic submarines,
the fogfall like a curtain: blackout, scene;
museums barred, all art replaced with memes,
and seafilled conchs now whisper yassing queens.