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Let’s Make Politics! 

Dave Brennan | Poetry

Steal the class from its imaginary teacher. There’s no shame in being the feather chosen to fall from its wing, or the tear voted into service by the quick hush of a heart. There are other ways of dying than getting elected. Like waving that tattered flag of a tongue. Or spinning your disgusting beard into yarns of proof. Or rowing the skiff around the drowned backyard. Or getting hounded by students eager to have a go at it. You’ve been sporting your soiled placard again, haven’t you, the one that reads: “POEMS TO KILL WHOEVERS IN CHARGE”