Sunday, February 27, 2011

Sunday Poetry: Marge Piercy

(This time for the people of Madison, who have shown the world how it works.)

The Low Road

What can they do
to you? Whatever they want.
They can set you up, they can
bust you, they can break your fingers, they can
burn your brain with electricity,
blur you with drugs till you
can't walk, can't remember, they can
take your child, wall up
your lover. They can do anything
you can't stop them
from doing. How can you stop
them? Alone, you can fight,
you can refuse, you can take what revenge you can
but they roll over you.

But two people fighting
back to back can cut through
a mob, a snake-dancing file
can break a cordon, an army
can meet an army.

Two people can keep each other
sane, can give support, conviction.
love, massage, hope, sex.
Three people are a delegation,
a committee, a wedge. With four
you can play bridge and start
an organization. With six
you can rent a whole house,
eat pie for dinner with no
seconds, and hold a fund raising party.
A dozen make a demonstration
A hundred fill a hall.
A thousand have solidarity and your own newsletter;
ten thousand, power and your own paper;
a hundred thousand, your own media;
ten million, your own country.

It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care
to act, it starts when you do
it again after they said no,
it starts when you say We
and know who you mean, and each
day you mean one more.

--Marge Piercy


Blogger Hecate said...

I love you.

4:27 PM  
Blogger Hecate said...

I love you.

4:27 PM  
Blogger Hecate said...

Well, I meant it double.

4:28 PM  
Anonymous xan said...

add a third. I would say more but am all weepy. /sap

5:29 PM  
Blogger PurpleGirl said...

Good poem.

But will you excuse me, its my age, if I heard echos of Arlo Guthrie...

12:29 AM  
Blogger shrimplate said...

You can get anything you want at Marge Piercy's restaurant.

3:27 AM  
Anonymous paula said...

Thanks for this! How appropriate!

7:48 AM  

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