The Lovers Seize the Means of Production
These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin, this hair like lace
~Lovers in a Dangerous Time, Bruce Cockburn
The Lovers Seize the Means of Production
Jessica Kantrowitz
First, there were riots in the streets.
Some say they began with an agenda
But such well-thought-out plans did not occur to us
Our bodies simply claimed themselves again
And we, soft-fleshed, warm-blooded, couldn’t bear another second
Of cold, straight lines and punch clocks
Our time became, again, our own
And so we gave it to each other, and acted
On that new belonging of hearts and chosen kinship
Haven’t you always wondered if a dream
Could become a living thing? Haven’t you fought the training
Of your youth, the bedtimes and the forced wakings?
So we did, and so the world became
what we imagined it to be. I’m not saying it was easy.
I’m not even saying we survived.
But our deaths, like our lives, were ours,
and our work, and our wages, and our art
and our bodies, and our love.
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