My poetry is political,
atypical, uncomfortable, mad,
treading in the danger zone,
where only fools
dare go for fear of ridicule.
But here I stand,
here I stand,
you fuckers!
While others stand outside
and take their well-honed praise.
Here I stand, as fool,
who here, now! decides to be
nothing but a voice
calling in the wilderness,
calling for all to
wash themselves in
Jordan’s dangerous stream.
Can you feel it?
Or are you too resolved?
So come all ye who lead this
sacred fragile place– come all ye!
Leave the folly of your ways.
Come join me maddened;
come join the danger that
Is the hope–come!
Come join me all of you who
feel this weight of sin that
came from multiplying
and conquering,
and let us purge ourselves
in the unsettled stream,
and strip away the faith
that have it all we do.
Let’s purge ourselves,
washing away our politics
and greed till the lamb
shall indeed lay down
with the wolf.
17/10/2019