Brian, The Angel of History

Oh, challenge me
Put me back in history

Give me anything with my name on it
Sell me a ticket to my own burning
I can't sit here waiting
I can't just sit here reading Marx
This summer is a problem
This summer is a promise

So challenge me

After high school, I worked at the greenhouse
I moved bags of dirt for minimum wage
Annie knew everything about flowers
She called me comrade
First Communist I ever met
Annie said, challenge me

After college, I drove around town
With the 20th century stuck in the tape deck
And Brian, the angel of history, riding shotgun
We conspired, he inspired me, and at every stoplight
He rolled down the window and cried,
Wake up comrades! Wake the dead!

After the funeral, I barely left home
Played Pokemon Blue in the bathroom
I was mad at the world, the lack of a world
That could give my comrade what she needed
Brian brought me pizza, his wings were unfurled
And his eyes blazed like the planets
We sat on the porch, told stories about Annie
And plotted a new revolution

We said, challenge me
Put me back in history



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Sloan
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