I Sing Against

I sing against the anti-ones

Those who are certain the sky is empty

And those who are certain it reflects their own image

I sing against the vapid and the trivial and the inane

And those who are proud of their children’s devolution

I sing against geopolitics

I sing against the impotent who contemplate ecclesiastical revolution

And contemplate and contemplate and contemplate

I sing against the reactionaries, cowards who are opposed to original thought

Who presume to be the arbiters of truth and taste and art

I sing against the smug whose religion, though true, has become inedible

And wholly unredemptive

I sing against sincerity as a form of truth

I sing against vibe as a measure of anything

I sing against successful business models

And against those who can point to a great track record

I sing against fawning

I sing against technology as masturbation

And I sing against most of what you are counting on

I sing against fighting poverty and injustice as fashion statement

I sing against againstness itself

What do I sing for? you ask indignantly (Oh yes, I heard you)

I sing for disenfranchisement

For exile and for chastisement

I sing for rejection and grief

And for all things deemed inadequate

I sing for the scorned and unnoticed

I sing for the obsolete and incompatible

I sing for the ones who refuse to sing for themselves

Which means I sing against myself

My song an indictment beneath whose withering accusation

I shall fall without appeal

And without desire to share the inheritance of

Those who with unsmudged souls and hoots of vindication

Remain confidently standing

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