From slow porches in southern North America
To smoke filled rooms
And the strange logic of secondary education
Small minded, No
Passionate
Post college no college rough lobstermen
Indigo collars of
Those educated in streets and seas
Collars only stiff from ice salt or dirt
Strange soft vulnerable minds
And calloused bodies
Eyes sagging bagging to souls
Worn empathetic hands raise high
Fists bundling
Personal struggle
These
Are the revolutionaries
These are the chests bursting with emotion misidentified.
But more accurately--
