turgid

swollen verses of the tediously bombast—

the intarsia of agitprop,

the germane rouse;

which pretends at dignity

yet without the telic substance of coherence

are “pompous words

walking aimlessly through the landscape

in search of an idea.”

this was said of Warren Harding,

a president who would not be known

were not the effigy of his words

such antithesis of his deeds

that were none or perhaps less so;

but at the end of his life

somewhere to San Francisco

he whispered towards his vice confidante

“if you knew of a great scandal

would you not expose it for good and love of

country?”

to which history does not respond.

but I note, that Harding well knew or feared

despite the scripted imbroglio

of politics

truth

is not so easily forgotten

and speaks from beyond the grave.

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twf.