Kit Kelen #264 - the revolution begins

264

the revolution begins

where we have remembered nothing

(that's your 'complete break')

and one hopes – morning, noon and night –

that these will be interrupted for meals

there's nowhere on board from which

one can even see the world turning

so I'm not sure how you'd say where

it begins, or when for that matter

it's the other cheek always slapped to the breeze

the peasants – they were a famine unto themselves

abed with the emperor's drunk soldiery

how many to a cot? it's safer that way

out there, all tumbrel, same old knitwear

you feel the blade fall around perfumed ears

call that a terror attack, nothing like

fighter jets rain death on the village clinic

and that head rolling forward into the basket

all eyes aghast – a world of love too

love! what power to rouse the soul!

one must just raise a cup to it

yes there are still vineyard remnants

falls of leaf are winter of

I call irony to the witness stand

it's always truth in the box

you needn't remember a thing