Abbey recommends
poetry and revolution
before breakfast.

get up, sing a song,
write a poem,
watch the sun come up,
slip on your dark clothes,
blacken your face, pick up your tools
and go out to meet the enemy —
yellow ‘dozers standing in a field,
chill, the dew formed on them,
quiet, cold (it’s been hours
since their engines ran),
defenseless.

do your work, slip home,
change softly, shut off the alarm,
make coffee,
oatmeal and raisins,
squeeze some oranges,
have breakfast.