#119, January 2, 2007
Of Rustics and Proletarians
WordsworthÕs rustics
and MarxÕs proletarians
vie for our attention,
but we have moved on
to other world historical forces.
We no longer hear their voices;
we have our own identities to cater
to,
and these will not be framed
in reference to what we are not
– what we are not is that loser
who refuses to leave the stage
– exit stage right, why donÕt
you?
Just because he wonÕt leave
doesnÕt mean we should look at him.
The rustic is grunting
and dumping a turd center stage,
and the prole is staging a protest
against theater management.
The audience is not amused.
The theatergoers have paid
for the freedom for these folk.
Should they not be repaid
with respect and peace?
What are we to expect next?
Will one of these willful spirits
from so many past and failed
revolutions,
these assailed revolutions,
turn to the audience and open wide his
coat
flashing us a sickly grin
and showing us the detonator
of our fragmentary future?
And when we feel the thud of impact
will our last word be ŌLoser!Ķ
And will we still believe
we cannot be defined
by what we are not.