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.