History

He wore a path
in his carpet bald
pacing in resentful meditation

which roused his will
to finish his
diabolical treatise

that kicked the groin of the world
while he coughed in the shadow
of its constant industry

that insulted his days
and clanged in his sleep
while he dreamed up plots to topple it all

and then he’d wake and rub his head
and write more arguments
and one blue day

he died. And was no longer ignored.
Governments used his arguments
for agendas he’d abhorred.



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