In and out of shady places ---
walking on cold corners of the maze.
Following the trace
you leave unwittingly.
I wanna be no Saboteur.
Oh, no, me no Saboteur.
Painted
ducks across your landscape ---
happy in your domesticity (it don't come free).
Misfortune, like a Sparrow Hawk, hangs over you.
Wanna be no Saboteur.
No, no, me no
Saboteur.
Deepest regrets I humbly offer you
as I cut into your life.
With
clean precision, all is simplified ---
pass the hat and pass the knife.
By now you
must be worried, wondering
who is me and what lies behind my art.
I'm only removing broken
sea-shells from the beach ---
oh, no, me no Saboteur.
There's at least one of me
inside your ranks
in your factory or school.
I anticipate a cleansing opportunity
to
take the horns by the bull.
History forever writing
pages to be cut or painted
grey,
or celebrated like Jesus in his
temple rage
as he chased the money-men
away.
