Occupy II: A Poem by Christopher Moylan
Occupy II
So much is missing,
where did it all go?
The gaps in the story
Are the story.
The hole in the map
Is the route home…
The lack of law
Is the law now.
The rot in the house
Is the foundation stone.
We owe everything
To nothing— nothing
Clothes, nothing cars,
Nothing toys.
Nothing circulates in
the blood like lead.
Next to nothing is all
For an unheard, uncounted,
unwanted, jobless,
futureless dread.
Everyone is going home
All the time, why
don’t we get there?
Everyone is speaking
In code, lines, rhymes, why
don’t we make ourselves clear?
Do we know what we want?
know what we lost? know
the bill for all those homes and
jobs, this corrosive anger, fear?
What is a life worth?
What is a heart worth?
What is a child worth?
A sick child? A poor child?
Any price, any sacrifice,
Or what the market will bear?
Free enterprise has ripped
highways through the golden rule,
lifted toxic mounds to profit,
Burning species on the pyre…
Enough! Occupy instead. Occupy
the supply, occupy the demand,
Occupy the answer, occupy
the question. Occupy
the proof and premise,
the fact and inference,
the here and hereto,
the beginning and end,
heaven and earth,
land and the sea,
tree and fruit.
Occupy the front of your hand
And the back of your hand,
Occupy the dead of night
And the light of day,
Occupy the real, the solid,
The obvious, the true—
Both Houses are brothels,
Europe is lost; you’re next.
Occupy the straight
smack in front of you.
Occupy the Mayflower and
Rockefeller Center. Occupy
Ft. Knox and Ticonderoga,
Haymarket and Blair Mountain,
The hallelujah chorus and
The Gettysburg Address.
Occupy your bodies, occupy
Compassion, occupy Paul
Revere’s ride, occupy
the pursuit of happiness.
Occupy prison labor in China,
Aids in Africa, black lung,
blood diamonds, shale
underground, oil in the water.
Occupy anything you like.
Don’t stop, don’t give in to fear,
Don’t compromise. Keep on
Right on. Persevere. Hammer
stakes in the holy ground,
And stay there.
Photos by Paul McLean
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