My Inner Bolshevik …
Seeing images like this
as I wake &
step into
the day,
…
well …
really …
it seems
to awaken from
some lightly dormant slumber …
…
my inner Bolshekiki,
my mendacious Menshevik,
my potentially merciless Stalinist,
…
that inner Malatesta,
that wise & gentle Kropotkin,
that wild ferocious Nestor Makhno,
…
my sleeping Che,
& my brother to Che
the young Fidel,
…
my ever-ready sacrificial
Liberation Theologist murdered
so brutally in the cathedral
in San Salvador,
…
that principled & unyielding
beyond angry Jesus,
that truth to power Abbie,
that proud unflinching
Huey,
…
to an inner soundtrack
of the O’Jays & Temptations
with a trace of youthful rage
that was Killing Joke,
…
truth be told
privileged powerful
Republican folks
just plain lording it
can really …
really …
get to me.
…
Uh huh … oh yes.
