Choosing Sides

CHOOSING SIDES

Heed well the human home,
Within the heaving heart,
Below those hard, heady heights.

Glory and gain is good,
If, in its angst-strung aims,
It circles feelings too.

But let me fade and die, or fight,
On the weakest side,
‘Gainst ambition, Macbeth-like.

Stab me, shoot me, wound me,
Active in the trenches,
With children, chanting proudly.

When power wills me choose,
Raw need or excess gross;
Then laughingly I lose:-

Lose loads of leech-like loot;
And win a soul-strong shout,
And share-care friends to boot.
- goinghome (11/10/’87)