The Dull Bird Sings

And what if no one shares
Or wants to share your views,
Or loves the way you take

To state them? You’re lucky
To be so lonesome, then,
Even if you’re lonely.

There’ll be no cults for you,
No comfort in your church,
No singing, no marches.

No one will be hanging
On your words—other than
Maybe your own corpus,

Which could get unpleasant.
Be glad to be ignored
When you express yourself.

It keeps expression safe.
Better to get no love
Than raise up any hate.