A political animal

Pessimism of the intellect.
Optimism of the will.

Faster, pussycat!
Kill. Kill.


Cast these Daguerreotypes, of grief, of June.
Throw them beyond the remit of the rain.
That promise chased in silver by the moon
runs golden through the equinoctial grain.
Not Entonox, not absinthe by the spoon.
The onset of Autumn will ease your pain.