MAN IS A POLITICAL ANIMAL

Twenty times in an hour, Senator Estampador
Uttered the word: "democracy"
Uttered the word in the snare of a sad snore:
His tongue as a clapper, metallic, on his steeled palate.

In the bed of Procustes: hardly a mind to matter.

But his speech had imperceptible blasts.
He spoke like a queen of harlots, for,
He suffered to be bought and sold by the phallic paroxysm of the hoi polloi.

Senator Estampador had exultations.
He fed upon the cunning of impossibility, fed upon
The foul pollution of proletarian insensibility: the foul
Humbug of bourgeois incompatibility.
"Woe to you suckers! woe to capitalist racketeers!"
Occasions of anguish by Catholicism? Mind you, one can hardly suspect...

His party machine was a Roman phalanx.
The gauntlet of propaganda slightly narcissistic.
I remark however in his manner the public darling of Coriolanus.

Senator Estampador had ecstasies.
He entertained a flair for the Supreme, i.e., fasces and swastika.
Obscenities of rabble-rattlers on the dungheap of comrades-in-arms
Mephitical as they beat hurrah-hurrah, hammer on kettle-drum,
The fleshpots, majestic, of their damned Utopia!

Die! Gunshot!
Amid the infernal age,
load- with gunpowder of meter and rhyme-
Exultations, ecstasies: blackout in the lure of labyrinths-
Yes, surely the media were used for misinformation:
"... exhumed lately from the balloting booth..."