tom taylor

rabble eh

between what’s known and what’s not, the
shadow of spartacus rooms the air for a new
slave’s rebellion against the forces of death
riding in the driver’s seat today against us

so the winter soldier comes to speak at the
forum to weigh what’s been taken and what’s
left to build on for another day’s beginnings
here inside the virtual fence we’ve seen arise

our vocalist screams his lyric now unattended
machine driven from the heat and the battle
for unrewarded acts in the face of unsurmounted
odds and ends railing along the day like this