I’m too trodden to be an activist.
did all that marching stuff when I was a kid:
ban the bomb, levitate the Pentagon, Fidel forever.
Now I have baddish ankles & lack bravado,
should just doze and dream of deathless breath.
But then the fucking world does something that makes me mad
like Russia invades the Ukraine
so even though I should tend my own garden
in these fattish years
I find myself writing checks
and letters to the editor
watching the news
shouting heartfelt in a rowdy crowd at the embassy,
one of those wrinkled protestors
with a throwaway life
ready to kneel in front of a tank.