DIG! DIG DEEP! beneath the bottoms of our feet
we must warren ourselves as the rabbits of the
earth
gnawing and gnashing at the roots
wriggling and pushing through the dirt
We can no longer be castrated by that unforgivable
malarkey
that all good things come from above,
“Power concedes nothing without a demand… it never
did and it never will.”
Our small pockets of resistance must dig and tunnel
and burrow
we have to dig and dig and dig till the ground
gives way
til the load of what is -- becomes to great for the
hollow earth below
til the haughty foundations of society fall in on
themselves
til those monuments to the greatness of humankind
topple and fall
til our tiny seed sprouts and takes root, punctures
the stone
and guts the pavement of flesh and bone
we have to dig to one another
connect our struggles through a network of tunnels
from a birds eye...
a patchwork quilt of crisscrossing radical currents
The interconnectedness of everything
It is in their honor that we dig…
those who hurled themselves on the bayonets of the
robber barons caste
those who were dashed to pieces on the reefs and
shoals of an intransigent past
in the ground where their tattered bodies finally
rest
we will plant our seeds.
we will form the basis for our new world in the
still smoldering, burned out carapace of the old.
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