you were the type to keep things moving along.
things could collapse, yeah. they could be replaced.
but it takes a push to stand in the front lines,
and it takes a push to make things happen.
though all along there’d be reformist apologists,
all so critical if we’re not polite when we say
“this isn’t the life that i asked for, but i’m ready to take what’s mine.”
and you could that it wasn’t enough.
but we knew even then that it wasn’t enough, and so what?
should things tumble and shatter, would you scream any louder?
even when you were sweet, you were a bastard.
heed the call of a mass of opinion. join a culture of pacification.
you’ll be grouped, classified and dismissed, if that’s easier.
it’s not the same thing as holding a position.
if it’s not enough to sing a song like a firebrand,
what you need is a charge and a spark,
not a letter of resignation, admitting defeat.
denying the things you used to say when you were sweet.