The President of Sleep

I wrote the other day about waiting out winter. Today I caught part of the president's speech on the war & I got the distinct impression that he has, in some part of himself, realized he is out of his depth, that his few, simple ideas about the world have proved inadequate, & that he is just waiting out his term so that he can hand this bloody fucking mess off to someone else & go back to sleep. On the other hand, I'm not sure the man has the moral or intellectual wherewithal to have recognized even that much. I'm probably just projecting a moral sensitivity Bush has never ginven the least hint of possessing.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.