By Donovan Craig
I owe the fish no mercy
When I have him in my net,
The swift bird no honesty
When I trap her in my snare.
Rivals by necessity
Of the long entropic slide,
Our only law Advantage,
Each killing to eat and breed.
So, what use does it serve me,
This feeling beneath the Sky?
A pattern near forgotten,
Yet ever the soul asserts.
If you do my little deals then I am for the Free Market,
but if you ignore me then I’ll call for the guillotine.
I’ll work hard at something every day until I die,
but I’ll never be the one to break.
No social class deserves my allegiance,
my society is what I can feel.
When I enter a room it is to the sound of a fanfare
only I can hear.
My works are strong because I think clearly.
I am an ideology of one.
Courage in the face of solitude, which is to say fearless before your own mind,
Courage in the face of error, which is to say facing complexity undaunted,
Courage in the face of age, which is the death of expectation,
Courage in the face of poverty, which is to say unyielding to disgrace,
Courage in the face of disappointment, which means always trying hard,
Courage in the face of other people, which is to be strong enough to love.