the be in.

i don't know how to write about losing.

i can write all of the letters i want.
sing all of the hymns and folk songs i know.
i could build an army of pissed off people.
teach them to fight, hit a target three countries away.
i could starve myself, kill myself.
i could be ghandi.
i could use faith books as weapons.
and cut off their heads with my tongue.

or, i could love them.