Moondive.

If you wish to know the politics of a dead man
Set his body on a hill
And let man take his bones for arms
Let the battle be fierce
But no so fierce as to make one man mistake
Mettle for valour or creed for honour
For these are neither opiums of men
Who are nor men who aren't
These hold meaning only to men who sleep
The only true virtue is forgetfulness

Because the soul that remembers
Is soon caught in yesterday's tendrils
Like the communist who fears the
Doubts on his own shadow
And so eats the pages of a manifesto
That has no promise of taste or nurture

As if ideology knows the mind of the heart
Enough to protect it from sword or age
But still it remains that you cannot subscribe
To a cause if it is known to you - for then it becomes required practice
And loses meaning
The true believer walks in darkness
And as such
You cannot also save a man with whom you have dined



-JSL.