Flammable - Lisa Shulman

[Larry Robinson]

 Flammable




Like roadside weeds, dried

leeched of color

bleached pale, 

 

foxtail, wild oat, rattlesnake grass

their thin throated rasp 

and rustle lost in the breeze.

 

Unheard, unseen, 

men and women mass

waiting, fuel for the match—

 

the spark of anger

flicked into the crowd

leaps to life, becomes

 

a rolling wave of flame

roaring across the shocked land

 

thick air, clogged with smoke

the vengeful bones of those who burn.

 

When they are but ashes

smothering the land

winter skies will weep

 

and in the spring 

roadside flowers will blaze

bright with color.


	- Lisa Shulman

 
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