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..