Void and Compensation (Primaries for the Electorate)
An elaboration of wings spells our travels
every time we see our choices televised—
a flock for the ears so unlike first choirs
heard in buildings steepled and perfumed
with small fires and colored glass—the wings
in our small selves some gold, some tawny.
That swarm wakens the mountain mirrored in us
(our compacts, our purses) as if the bells
we hear are fired and struck in one fell swoop
The math we’re learning is, of course, new:
equations for the bootless by the booted
who pull us up by their straps and make our way clear.