The Revolutionary
(To the memory of
Michael Montgomery)
Winding roads
And a dream
With new ideas
And praxis.
Democracy,
Class progress
The impetus
But not all
Can have vision.
A new departure
Sacrificed to
The fetish
Of force
And dilettantes
Of the left…
Ultimately
A heart-
Breaking demise
But in your time
You sacrificed
And that is your epitaph.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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