A TOWEL

 

On the eve of the greatest battle

The Colonel, the General, the Field Marshall

All in one

Not only of this motley crew before him

But of all of history

All of eternity

All of the Universe

Created and sustained.

 

Gathered in he gets down to tactics

And reaches for the weapon of choice

A towel

 

A towel

Flimsy 

Soft

 

A towel

He lifts it 

With intensity

Shapes it in his hand

Takes aim

Falls to his knees 

Pours water 

Triggering compassion

And washes his comrades feet

 

Taking the towel

He wipes them clean

Of the dust and grime

Of roads travelled

The world weariness

The inner pain

The personal guilt

The societal complicity 

 

So with a towel

Kneeling

Washing

Serving

He models revolution.