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Poem from:
Straddle by David Cavanagh
Night TextCavanagh, David
Ladies and gents, a case is to be made.
We call to your attention. Let the evidence show.
We hereby call to the stand. We call Herr Auto.
We call King Coal. We call Madame Vélo.
We call Dr. Frack. We call Old Sol.
We all do solemnly swear to sell the truth.
Herr Auto’s on a roll today. He’s burning
rubber all over. King Coal is in the dumps.
He smokes. His clouds hang low. Mme. Vélo
spins her wheels. She says it’s very simple.
Dr. Frack assures and assures. He knows
the drill. Old Sol quietly collects himself.
Members of the jury, you have your instructions.
The facts are clear. They speak for themselves.
Ignore the clamor in the lobby. Take a deep breath
if you still can. Don’t mind the heat. The choice
is yours. We await your verdict. Finally
the sentence, as you know, will be handed down.
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