John Bradley | The Last Supper: Andy Thomas’ The Republican Club (Audio Enhanced) | Poets Resist

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John Bradley is the author of eight books of poetry and prose, the most recent Atomica Erotica, on our nuclear history. He frequently reviews books of poetry for Rain Taxi.

Also by John Bradley: You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know Love-in-Idleness: The Poetry of Roberto Zingarello

Poets Resist
Edited by Samantha Duncan
April 2, 2019

John Bradley

The Last Supper: Andy Thomas’ The Republican Club (Audio Enhanced)

Which one of you is Jewish? I mean Judas? says Donald. Nixon sniggers. Lincoln rolls his eyes and sighs. What’s in that Diet Coke? says Reagan. I better have one. After all, the bombing begins in five minutes. War makes great statesmen. If you lived in a time of peace, Abe, no one would know your name, says Teddy. W. chokes on a peanut. Reagan thumps W. on his back. Where’s Kanye? You should hear what he says about your slave amendment, Abe, says Donald. Is this being taped? Nixon wonders aloud. I’m sure someone’s taping us. He glares at a hanging fern. This must be Mar-y-Lago. My whiskey tastes like golf ball washing fluid, says Ike. No, it’s Kennebunkport, says Papa Bush. There’s nothing to do here but drink. Donald turns his glass of Diet Coke round and round. Isn’t that Grant over there staring at us? says Ford. Was he a Republican? says W. to his gut. He sure drank like a Democrat, his gut tells him. If I’m Christ, says Donald, and you know I am, you all work for me. A long silence. This must be Mar-y-Lago, says Lincoln. There’s no exit.