The Revolution has to kill its heroes.
That’s why you ended on the list to die.
The party bosses? Profiteers and zeroes:
Their brains were full of lard, their hearts of lye.
But purity that no one could deny
Lived in the hatred that they drove you to—
And burned hot in the darkness of your eye.
You did what every hero ought to do.
I’d call you friend if you had friends – but, true
To what you were and what you chose to be,
You set aside such things. I envy you
Your focus and your magnanimity,
The way you made of emptiness rich food
You ate with bread-and-water gratitude.