Plato's Solilique

Plato's Solilique So we join the protest of the war with six others by the hardware store we carry signs and cars honk us wave at angry others who jeer us, we find democracy, gasping, alive lifting a stone off something that died.. It was poetry of the suburban streets read to the unwashed.. SUVs I am unwashed, unheardof, unashamd unnoticed, unprepared, unaimed, a bottle hits Patrick full throttle It was neither half full nor half empty. He is Plato on the steps of the Parthenon, debating the course of the republic with the cars, interchanging and the roman troops, over the Tiber, congregating..