Breaking things
No one can blame you
when you break curfew
& step outside.
Nothing to say
when you break your fast
& cast hunger aside.
Less governed & brethren
let’s not mind
when governors & clergy toe the line
to which only theirs is tied.
No one can blame you
when you break curfew
& step outside.
Nothing to lay down
when laws & odds
have no chance.
Nothing to do
when the only crowned
are fungi networks
tangled through & through.
Nothing to say
when you break your fast
& cast hunger aside.
No one can blame you
when you break curfew
& step outside.
Nothing to say
when you break your fast
& cast hunger aside.
Less governed & brethren
let’s not mind
when governors & clergy toe the line
to which only theirs is tied.
No one can blame you
when you break curfew
& step outside.
Nothing to lay down
when laws & odds
have no chance.
Nothing to do
when the only crowned
are fungi networks
tangled through & through.
Nothing to say
when you break your fast
& cast hunger aside.
No one can blame you
when you break curfew
& step outside.
I like this a lot. Reading "Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front" by Wendell Berry lately (http://www.context.org/ICLIB/IC30/Berry.htm) and feeling some kindred energy about taking space, taking personal liberty with confidence. Both poems feel good in the heart to read.
ReplyDeleteDaniel-thanks for that & the link
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