what will they say about me when i’m gone?
will i be a peaceful innocent? wrong place wrong time? victim of circumstance?
or a casualty in the culture war who tempted death with his extreme views and political
agitation?
will i have gotten what i deserved, at a stranger’s hands? at the end of the pole on the hood of a car at knifepoint with a bullet in my back
consider this a will. i’ll print it up on an index card and keep it in my pocket.
so if i die out there you’ll know what to do.
if i die out there today
bury me in bloc
wrap me in the black flag
don’t let them see my face
if i die out there today
keep my dead name off the news
make sure they use a good picture
put the right name on my grave
if i die out there today
don’t ask the cops
why they didn’t save me
don’t ask the liberals
where they were
because you know damn well
if i die out there today
hold a molotov vigil
comrades remember me
as small
as scared
and trying not to be
if i die out there today
don’t let them lie about what i died for.
