Resistance Poem
Never resist the government.
Does the Japanese blade,
Set skyward in a stream,
Resist the water it divides?
It will part a leaf; but only
The leaf that decides to part.
Power is made of the moment.
Assuming power is as natural
As dying for the Emperor: a motion
As free and unchosen as breathing,
If one could only breathe once.
The future will not be pulled
Into the present, a reluctant
Sabine bride; the future,
Clipped in her autumn of youth,
Always fashionably late,
Is a woman not a girl. She
Will walk that threshold
In her own heels or not at all;
If you are absent when she knocks
The future will not leave a note.
If you do want her at your door—
A dubious plan I can tell you,
Always the burden of one—
Make your house of stone;
Never trouble your neighbors;
Fly the national flag
And always pay your taxes.
“Those who obey will be obeyed.”