Linchpin Dave (a poem)

by William Skink

I am VERY saddened to announce I do NOT live in Dave’s district. I was SO hoping to give our community LINCHpin a run for his money, after all he did for my kids and the functionally obsolete bridge they used to travel over to get to school.

I guess that frees me up to compose odes to our community LINCHpin, which I did recently as the skies kept a steel cover over the valley.

an ode to a cherished community resource
Dave is linchpin, it is true
a fastener from me to you
umbilical our tax blood flows
choo-choo training from head to toe

without Dave it falls apart
public legs and private hearts
without his pin pushed in our hole
his usefulness could not be sold

linchpin Dave no twist and shout
private hands squeeze public cows
applying pressure until they spurt
now C'MON, public, BACK TO WORK!

if you do you'll get a shot
at loving Dave's linchpin A LOT
an extra service he provides
while shifting talk from public eyes

About Travis Mateer

I'm an artist and citizen journalist living and writing in Montana. You can contact me here: willskink at yahoo dot com
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