Comrades! Comrades!

I have with me my pitchfork,
every thirsty, sharpened blade,
a scythe my father made.

I have set out to do what I can.
Tomorrow will be our First of May!
Tomorrow, I will join you on the barricades!

But, today I go to Anna’s house,
her yard is in terrible shape.
I will work from dawn ‘til dusk

or until she goes away. Then,
like an American, I’ll find a spot
to dream of revolution in the shade.

–October 23, 2017