An architect

For P.I.

Once upon a time
In a small country in a big city
An architect dreamed a building
With offices apartments
And studios for art music dance crafts
Spaces for light industry
A library
Common kitchens
Shops at street level

When she talked about it everyone said
They wanted to live there
Work there
Love there

But after the building went up
It was always half full
Half used
Half empty
Half wasted
(Though the investors made money)

So she gave it all up
Moved to a little town in the countryside
Where the people felt the brunt
Of the comprador state they lived under

And there she built houses
(Well-built shacks really)
Just for the poor
Who could never have afforded
An architect

She fell in love and had a child
While the lives of the people in the little town
Got worse
And worse
Until the architect found herself in the forest
An AK47 slung over her shoulder

There she dreamed of new buildings
She would make with her comrades
Schools hospitals factories theaters…

Knowing she would not be able to finish
Knowing she would not be able to begin
Knowing she would not draft a single foundation
But knowing
Her child
Just might

Roger Stoll lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and has published articles, book reviews and political poetry in Black Agenda Report, Counterpunch, Dissident Voice, Internationalist 360, Jewschool, Marxism-Leninism Today, MintPress News, MRonline, New Verse News, Orinoco Tribune, Popular Resistance, Resumen Latinoamericano, San Francisco Examiner, and ZNet. Read other articles by Roger.