Heather OC: Week 7 of 208

Our Holy and Obsolete Symbols II

(From MA’s “Eulogy for the Giant Tortoises”)

Try to anatomize all this,

I dare you. There is no clear-cut diagnosis,

No matter how many guts

You arrange on the metal table.

Impious toddler jockeying a rented

Feller buncher. Our Constitution rolled and bound,

For now. Stowed under a cenotaph, glistening

Pink marble; a resplendent

Lion guards for now. Half the country

Smashing bottles at his paws.