Sunday, May 6th, 2012...11:33 pm
dennis leroy kangalee | das ende
(For Bob Kaufman)
You fought, you tried, you failed, you died.
Then, you were born when you saw the sun and it’s fading light
and sat all through a storm that never came –
instead you were left alone, with your dignity and determination
to live to the end of a promise which you did not make
and therefore could not break.
It was written that in dreams begin responsibilities –
but the hard part is taking the dream into the afternoon sun…
and watching it fade with the sinister cover of a five o’clock shadow…
and a set of lips un-kissed.
Like the revolution you could not muster yourself to begin…
It’s not the conformity that scares me.
It’s the ground upon which those people walk.