Friday, June 14, 2013

A Father's Words

Don't bother with odes, my son.
Timetables are more precise.
Currents are changing! Unroll
the sea charts, watch it, don't sing.
The day will come when once more
lists will be nailed to the door.
And numbers stamped on the chest
of anyone who says NO!
Learn to be anonymous,
Learn more than I did: to shift
your identification,
your address, your physical appearance.
Encyclicals make good fires,
Manifestos are handy.
For wrapping up the butter
and salt given to victims.
It will take more than anger
it will take patience to force.
The lungs of authority
with the fire deadly powder.
Ground those with the know-how,
The precision in you, such as you.

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