I envy them their certainty,
flagwavers, these fistshakers
I envy them their
ends of the earth, and their
answers, and their robust outrage
When the dust settles,
I envy them their eagle-eyed perception
of shapes, their voluble determination
I crave their incisive focus, and their tireless
I lust after the peacefulness of their rage
I long for the chaos on which they
casting iron gazes over
what must be done
I wish I knew how it felt to look
how could you?
how can we?