To Marx

To Marx with respect.: I wrote this, while I was working  at  a construction site
and felt there is no  insult worse  than saying .'YOU HAVE NOTHING TO  LOOSE..' 

To Marx with Respect"

Oh, Good Man, hey... good man, hey,

My sibling in anarchism,

I am a universal beast,

Laden with the wrath of a thousand gods,

And the echoes of prophets’ bitter cries,

Breathing Poseidon’s poison,

Down from the Celestial thrones of the Twelve Olympians,

To where you stand now, armed with a hose of words,

To quench dreams with dreams,
Through unrhymed, terrestrial verses.

You were a fine rhymester, kid,

But lost your way in the labyrinth of middle books,

Or beneath the weight of your friends’ humiliating funds—

Though you never felt the sting of their pain.

You never swung a hammer, nor bled from a splintered hand,

Nor knew the joy of an apprentice’s toil,

To learn what a labourer’s loss might mean.

Would you raise a triumphant sign,

Somewhere, to deliver the coup de grâce?

The giant corpse you declared dead still breathes,

And it won’t fit your metaphoric pit—

For you’ve never mastered the art of digging.

Confess, good man, I dare to say:

You have never peered into the depth of such a pit,

Never felt the weight of its shadows,

Or the ache of its unyielding walls.

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