Why didn’t I simply say

people like us here
at this table
should not just talk about politics

which let’s face it
we can do nothing about
we should talk about culture

preparing people’s minds
for tomorrow’s revolution
and if pain like Blake’s

in the left foot forces us
to be poets who mind
we can turn to the black windshield

in front of our eyes
smeared by journalists academics
and worst of all our friends

with the grime of facts
and clean it a bit with hope
hope powerful because

it has always been there
in the minds of those most healthy
while we wait for the great poet

on whose shoulder
that bird flying
above and ahead of us

in the darkness
will come down briefly to rest.