To the Revolutionary Dead
What do they know
of the lawns they mow
and the graves they keep?
Nothing, nothing...
But sleep
If you can
in this bitter soil
you fighting men
who died in vain.
Thomas, Rhenquist, Scalia, Kennedy and O’Connor
have undone your revolution.
These ragged men starved in snow
That they might get a chance to shoot
the likes of George Bush
but now the bitter soil they’re buried in
grows lawns for the over-stuffed, complacent people
of a land these rebels would hate enough to fight.
Pity these heroes buried beneath a people
they’d hate enough to fight.