February: Year-day 58

        
                                            
                                         
February: Year-day 58

War?  I have spoken on it, but once more.
The only revolution worth Earth's while
is one the Proletariat are for;
the only revolution worth their while
is one of refusal, refusal to,
for any reason, bash a skull in, knife
a heart, blast to coral or burn to goo
another human, castrate someone's life.

The pleasure of the rich, the pleasure of
the politician be cursed.  In the wood
a thrush in song, a trillium for love;
in the air, terns, spearing the wriggling foam.
Jonathan Kozol writes; his words are good:
The Night Is Dark and I Am Far from Home.

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