If Burnham fails, O let him fail badly, from the Left, not like yon stookey, Sir KeirCack-handly, from the Right, with that odious smell, Deep State, all about and around him, grim, unblinking gargoyle of the empty stare,unable to read any room Zelensky’s been in, orsmell the blood of Gaza’s children just becausethey’re not his own, poor damned spectralthing, a hologram, a hollow man, Chauncey Gardiner without the charm, a thespian cloneplaying some part he neither knew nor ownedor cared for, a piece of cold sham, a Nowhere