You say I’ve become a conservative.
I’m still what I’ve been every day I live.
I’ve really no time for fiddling with pieces.
You knock the board over; I’m yours till hell freezes.
There’s only the one revolution I treasure
that wasn’t a fudge, a half-hearted measure.
It brings to those later a halo of glory.
Of course I refer to the Deluge story.
Though even that left Lucifer stranded;
for Noah, as you know, took charge single-handed.
Let’s try it again, but be more categorical;
that calls for real men, not just the rhetorical.
You fix me a flood to the high-tide mark,
I’ll gladly, myself, torpedo the Ark.