Who is it that dances through the dawn
That plays the tambourine
That drinks and loves and
Lies abandoned?
...
When the body begins to bloom
Upon the rotting compost heap,
Slow decomposition of form.
...
Since when was one death
More important than another?
A churning bacteria
...
From somewhere
Elegant strings plucked
Vibrate gentle waves
On perfumed air.
...
And I am deaf too
And too dumb to speak
Kind, loud and slow
To your yearning ear
...
Now We Take The New
Inky tentacles of
Bureaucracy
Isolate and destroy
People come together
Remove the stain
Small minds
Controlling the huge
Illimitable power
Of the all.
Revolution