Now it is not a question of wanting
what the dead wants
or the slum dweller
it is not a question of poverty
it is that of living, on the bedrock
of what we call living.

Mount your ways, of sordid expressions
clamp down on them, with a heavy heavy hand
beat them till they pant- for breath
set goons and police after them.

It is a question of living. Call the living
invoke the dead, create paltry fires of death.

It is a question of living.