I Take My Place

Among the artists, social warriors,

(the real ones), dockyard Philosophers,

angelic bums, holy bodhisattvas that didn’t

seek riches for pleasure, but rather cleaved 

to their truths and worked for themselves 

and others to help bring peace and beauty 

to this world, giving up their wellbeing and

security for a greater awareness and 

purpose, starving in ateliers in Paris for their

art, hunger striking for justice, dying in

poverty because they wouldn’t compromise

what they were.