Everything is Illuminated

One swallow skims the surface swooping low,
and his reflection rises to the bait.
His likeness and his image, head-to-toe;
Narcissus and his true-love strain to mate.
Another world, the twin to this, our own,
just one of many painted by Monet.
What strange Intelligence might call it "home"
Is more than 4-D mortal man can say.
Two worlds encounter at the mirror-plane
Or so 'twould seem, exchanging left for right.
It took a Snell to lucidly explain
the symmetry of such reflected light.
String theorists insist on seven more
dimensions, but can't make clear what they're for.

Kool-Aid

Trump's quick to disbelieve the kind of docs
who warn that chloroquine could lay him low.
He's deaf to warnings of cardiotox,
because his gut assures him it's not so.
An expert who'd dissent just won't get hired;
this boss wants affirmation, no new thoughts.
The few who dared to think were quickly fired;
Trump's got no use for those who can't be bought.
His mindless minions look to him as guide
they wouldn't think to question Trumpty's will.
This cult's too big for anyone to hide
they're queuing maskless to obtain this pill.
Trump arbitrates what is and isn't true.
Darwinian selection's voting Blue.

Now is the Summer of our discontent

The policies that Summers has endorsed
make him anathema to Sanders' crew.
He see inequities and makes them worse
an orthodox Milt Friedman thing to do.
Joe Biden smells our love of AOC
and poses with her every chance he can.
His handlers keep him hushed behind his team
but still he seems the ardent Summers fan.
"Two Bobs" contended in Bill's cabinet
Reich championed people, Rubins fought for banks
A generation later, few forget
the Few got richer, millions of us sank.
'Though Biden trust Trump's destined to implode
Progressives need someone in campaign mode.

omens

Our future sports a cyanotic hue
as Covid strikes another thousand dead.
November's wave's far off, but it's deep Blue
No State--except Wyoming's--"safely Red".

McConnell wreaks such mischief as he can,

confirming lifetime judges to the court.
Yet doom's impending for the Turtle-man;
his Yertle-tower's tall, but time grows short.
Such crises come with opportunity;
change isn't probable when life is swell.
Inertia serves the Few with property
until Society has gone to Hell.
Joe's way too fond of bankers for my taste
this crisis is a dreadful thing--to waste.

ominous

Our future sports a cyanotic hue
as Covid strikes another thousand dead.
November's wave's far off, but it's deep Blue
No State--except Wyoming's--"safely Red".

McConnell wreaks such mischief as he can,

confirming lifetime judges to the court.
But doom's impending for the Turtle-man;
his Yertle-tower's tall, but time grows short.
Still, Joe's at idle, like this race were won
the heir apparent lacks "the vision thing".
Campaigning on what someone else had done
he trusts a running-mate will bring the zing.
Obama points to CHANGE we need to do,
while Biden trots out tokens, two by two.

compartments

The IgG that BCG evokes, Protects from miliary-type TB. Americans won't line up for more pokes that can't defend lung-surface from disease. Mucosa are patrolled by IgA Which won't provoke a storm of cytokines. Vaccines one'd aerosolize and inhale Might be the weapons that could hold that line. The race is on against this novel plague it's possible no sera will avail. Projections at this research stage are vague; perhaps not every one of them need fail. This pathogen will go on kicking ass until we mount the right globulin class.

pestilence

Troop movements spread contagion far, and wide
No corner of the globe was shared the flu.
It's still contentious quite how many died;
we're sure that it killed more than WWII.
This new pandemic's not a tenth as dire
although it too's contagious on the breath.
At this remove from warfare's blood and mire,
we've grown less tolerant of so much death.
Columbus brought the New World more than guns
his influenza torched a world naive.
A revolution so naively done
wreaked devastation monstrous to believe.
Grim price, to purge the White House of this clown;
world's trend towards longer life turned sharply down.

untold

Sean Hannity prefers we never know
What Michael Cohen did to earn his fee;
to make an inconvenient woman go
away seems standard for his "Client Three".
A year's elapsed, the story's long grown cold
Sean's bought off anyone who's dared to dig
up stories he prefers remain untold
Confirming our suspicions; he's a pig.
No Secretary in Trump's Cabinet
can wield the influence Trump grants to Sean.
Whose peccadillos we're told to forget
the journalists get axed who will not fawn.
The cover-ups of cover-ups of crimes
keep Trumpty playing frantically for time.

finish work

My hero edited Frank Herbert's 'Dune".
Considering so much he wrote just stank,
The over-view leaves one a lot of room
to question if we owe it all to Frank.
Judge Brandeis knew no writing's ever great
until an editor has slashed, and buffed.
The best of authors can sound second-rate,
if we confront their opus in the rough.
The sequels buckle underneath the strain
of exposition while the plot seems parked.
As if the reader needs him to explain
why--when one's eyes are burnt--the world looks dark.
Evoking worlds that might have never been
the editor completes what you begin.

who sets the menu

Mike Bloomberg long since promised to bankroll
whomever Democrats may nominate.
Those lesser donors angling for control
wield zero leverage on Biden's slate.
Haim Saban said "not Sanders", but the rest
he'd gladly fund to push Trump out the door.
He'll set the menu, but won't say who's best
our nominee need not solicit more.
Still, habits long engrained are hard to ditch
Joe Biden's chased big donors since his youth.
His office door stands open--if you're rich--
the guys who sign the checks define his "truth".
Obama's said we need Liz Warren's plan
but dinosaurs insist we need a man.