And may God speed her journey,
need we beg, for some gushings
of her sustenance?
No. The very appropriate reflex
against this metaphor is rather
shopworn in the instance of two
infinitely thirsty craviours of
big money - sniff it, cash - we
knew in the previous century,
back now to assert progressiv-
ism's rightful claims.
I think the Democratic Party,
of Jefferson and Roosevelt,
must be able to come up with
one viable chalice of progress
less anguished by a personal
thirst. We don't expect eleg-
ance of Clintonism's duet, but
a slight deference to decorum
is seldom unreasonably amiss.
The vessel, after all, gives.
It doesn't imbibe for itself.
Even then, what progress is
it, to put the Female Face
of that fetish, forward? Is
it congenial, to that end-
lessly deferred incarnation
of liberation's dreams, to
put forth a co-dependent of
unregulated slush?
I beg your pardon, to lack
a picture to do justice to
the matter. Who could have
supposed such professional
beneficiaries had crept a-
board the Ark, much less a
pair from our own species?
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