pump frenzy into air ducts
and rage into reservoirs,
dynamite dams
and drown cities,
cry fire in theaters
as the victims are burning,
but
I will find my way through blackened streets
and kneel down at your side.
They could
jump the median, head-on,
and obliterate the future,
fit .45's to the hands of kids
and skate them off to school,
flip live butts into tinderbox forests
and hellfire half the heavens,
but
in the rubble of smoking cottages
I will hold you in my arms.
They could
send kidnappers to kindergartens
and pedophiles to playgrounds,
wrap themselves in Old Glory
and gut the Bill of Rights,
pound the door with holy screed
and put an end to reason,
but
I will cut through their curtains of cunning
and find you somewhere in the moonlight.
Whatever they do with their anthrax or chainsaws,
however they strip-search or brainwash or blackmail,
they cannot prevent me from sending you robins,
all of them singing: I'll be there.
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(or not, I might possibly be doing my nails and feeling loathe to smudge them. I'll end with a more upbeat proverb: True pain to my sham friends and champagne to my true friends.)
Hm. Interesting call out to the sham friends. Also, interesting that champagne is ...sham pain. You find the most intriguing sayings, yet it sounds like I should have heard them all in the third grade.
ReplyDeleteIt's kind of a beautiful valentine, very passionate. I'm not sure I'd need/want someone to DO all of that for me, but it's definitely very passionate.