Sunday, August 6, 2017

This poem was recently revised, and due to formatting problems has been re-posted out of chronological order.

When The Revolution Comes
May 19 2004

When the revolution comes
they round up the poets first.
Because there is something suspicious about words,
even to stiff men, in dark glasses
who are immune to irony.
And anyway, not much inclined
to verse.
But they forget that the word never dies,
and that poets are vain
and memorize.

And just how much could a poet hurt
the coup d’etat,
with his harmless armamentarium
of blank verse, and a few blank pages,
of nonsense words, and sentimental phrases
about setting suns
or love undone
or kingdom come,
against well-honed steel
and point-blank guns?

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