on the fortieth anniversary of the end of Prague Spring
The only surprise
when Spring
ends
is
the fact
of surprises
that lasted
through summer.
Weeds
overrun the place
when Spring goes on
this long.
If you don’t put them down,
there will be jazz
in the palace,
plastic people.
And you don’t need
a weatherman to know
what that means.
Give cultural
revolutions a brake.
Power takes
time to rebrand them
before they
get out of hand.
Keep poets
in their place,
and all tomorrow’s
parties will
make masses
believe
in change
that sees
that Spring is
never controversial.
Even Red Guards sell
now, clean
articulate
mainstream,
keep
wheels
turning, and
don’t bring down
the house. Time
no more makes
converts than
reason. Time
makes time,
where Spring
dreams of change
are always contained
and you can always bank on
the superficial impression
of things being right.
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