The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Ties that Biden

Sit down ol' man 
I tell my doddering self, no one
can hear the pallor of your paeans.
Do you think yourself the last 
unmolested boyscout raising
your rosary to the steel 
of other bethlehems 
rallying the unaborted 
to act civilly as journalists
goosestep across our threshold
to win hearths with pot pied polls
sallow plumage of the nauseated
who sup on rattlesnake soundbites
and taste a queasy chicken 
let us gather our train of wagons
and let freedom ring.
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