he imagined himself
in Heaven
but it was
Plato’s Republic
he saw a palace that he thought
a castle but it was a castle
which was a church
where the archangels sang
beautiful songs discrediting democracy
which were commissioned
for further propagation
to our feathered friends, the birds
and so we cut to a vulture crooning
voluptuously
bring opera to the political
in a way never before heard
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