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THE PEOPLE’S HISTORY

The People moved up the street in a long column—

like a machine boring a tunnel. They sang

the People’s songs, they chanted the People’s slogans:

We are the People, not the engines of the city;

we, the People, will not be denied.

Then the People

descended upon the People, swinging hardwood batons

heavy with the weight of the People’s intent.

And the People surged, then, into the rows before them,

pushing the People against the blurred arcs

of truncheons, the People throwing rocks

into the plastic shields and visors,

behind which

the People blinked when the rocks hit, then pushed back

so the mass of People before them compressed.