Today I watch a poet do her thing
they’re always doing things, unhinged but right
always she’s that I think are doing
things that matter but don’t, you know – they are crazy
ranting and raving making us white guys
feel shitty about the way we burned lands, bridges
and –
people.
mostly people
tinging them lightly with whitely fire
we were just playing, as our teachers taught us
we pledged just like them to the flag
for which it stands, you all stood.
only when we set the world on fire
we got medals not moabs, nothing dire.
and so I am still here and here and here and here.
marching everyone else has to do
mostly to almost claim the existence I get for free.
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