THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 11

You do the things that only you can do,
be useful, kind in unexpected ways
to sisters and to comrades. When malaise
creeps over you, accept it’s like the flu

you are allowed to spend a few days sick
a few days off your game. Recovery
is sometimes slow, never obligatory.
You learn doubt’s shape. It fits, a sudden click,

part of analysis, that’s never done
always in progress. Brick on brick gets placed.
Each momentary problem that you’ve faced
part of the process. Always try to shun

the simple lying versions leaders sell
that silence stories only you can tell

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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3 Responses to THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 11

  1. lyonesse says:

    i love this one. may i repost it?

  2. cmcmck says:

    I like this one a lot.

    Must be the result of years of political activism!

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