Revolution

We sit waiting,
Here in this tree,
Man and bird,
And bug and beast,
Watching the riots;
Watching the fires;
Watching the world:
Drown and burn.

We stay away...
From the needlessness...
We stay away,
From the hate.
We in our rage,
Simply turn the other way,
And practice our art in peace...
As hermits.

"It all could be avoided,"
The man laughed mirthlessly,
Drinking from the bottle in tears.
"Yes."
His companions answered,
The bird,
And the beast.

But sitting alone,
All on his own,
The bug;
The roach,
Silent as ever,
Disappeared to never be seen.

***

They came back together,
The few years later,
When the anarchy was no longer seen...
And without the bug,
The bird or the beast,
The man sipped from his bottle,
And fell into eternal sleep, whispering...
"No....it could never have been..."

ISA