You Occupy the Field
You with the tiny forward slash scar
marking your mustache
You with your camera stare like
an aspen eye
You with your contrarian countenance squarely set
in highgloss portrait
a Bakken plain man profile
captured grit in megapixel rudd
unlike the old west miners, gaunt with damp
and dark
ungrinned for the turn of the century smoke
lens
You the root of all western destiny, manifest in hazel glare
Rough neck, stubble muzzle,
chemical dust, oil soaked brim
Oppugn the plight of the jobless, not you sir.
You follow the work, angle the consequence later,
smug in the now.
(www.occupypoetry.org 2012)
