I.
They tell me the new NDP leader is wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen the new NDP leader’s painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
II.
The new NDP leader comes on little cat feet.
He sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on
III.
The new NDP leader offers you many things,
I a few.
Moonlight on the play of fountains at night
With water sparkling a drowsy monotone,
Bare-shouldered, smiling women and talk
And a cross-play of loves and adulteries
And a fear of death and a remembering of regrets:
All this the new NDP leader offers you.
I come with:
salt and bread
a terrible job of work
and tireless war;
Come and have now:
hunger.
danger
and hate.
IV.
MY head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
So trust me, don’t vote NDP.