He jettisoned our aspersions with sailing gestures ,
sucking clean the invidious indifference,
spitting unethical sounds that pealed the spirit,
eschewed the crown and touched the face of our person.
We wept broken jewels, sobered up to pearls of mirth,
as he cut each facet, incubated every
jocularity. Things and time were steered through his
narrow streets, while he'd unpost their signs, flair his nose
at the tornadoes of traffic. It was the elbow
of grace and ease of handy leisure; it was a life
of handouts, rich shadows, taffy cafes, carefree
razzmatazz that seem to re-assemble the organ
with bone, the ghost with flesh. But leashes of lives are each
demagogue's dream.