Three thousand Jacks and
Jills
too well-read in Marxism,
too green to eat meat- every
last one,
marching across town
with proletarian megaphones blaring
visions to an eager company of men.

Chanting ancient spiritual mantras:
"We want the park!"
voices of revolt drones into singularity-
an exhibition of
peace symbols
penned in lysergic ink.

Three thousand little
ducklings
squatting on people's park waiting
on the warmth of a second crown.

With the Gipper at the ready,
Thursday's sun retreats behind a hill
where Jack dies alone murdered in Cold
War.

"If it takes a bloodbath, let's get it over with. No more appeasement"
                      - Ronald Reagan, Bloody Thursday at People's Park in Berkeley