Induction 44

Induction – transverse waves of patriotic power,

Faraday flux of flag-wrapped charisma

Applied – ZAP – like copper-wrapped paddles:

A bolt to jolt the stuttering national heart.

We see stars,

We see stripes,

Olive-branch eagles peck the refresh key,

The pinioned packets of the streaming media ladle

Resurrection news to every beggar’s bowl of the schizoid Consciousness:

A Change of Heart prescription, the recipe

Thumbed in text from Barrack-berry to shining PC.

Undulating with the smooth silk ripples of a flag,

Arms lifted, current-stoked urgency like feeding anemone,

A polis accepts the metronome measure of neglected potency.

Lips pursed in evocation, keen the paean electric in

Visible exhalation like a cloud made of sighs.

Woven in breathy vapor intertwined above their heads,

Stringing straight from the stoked caves of lungs

And the burning muscles of unexercised Hope –

Shredded sinew attaching to bone with ligamental optimism.

Unfurl the relief map, the contours dance across the shaded page

As the landscape moulds in a lengthy tectonic wrench.

Shield smiles hammered to edgeless ironic baffles,

At least for one ice-crystal hour the handshakes and hugs

Bear a full substance and weight: the gates

They are open.