Fires in the night flicker on different faces,
candlelit or shadows borne from torches,
glowing herds driven by separate forces:

Black & white
Love & hate
Wood & steel

of celestial guitars—how loathing
corrupts the innocent and trusting,
all the possibilities of anything more.


3 responses to “ENFLAMED

  1. Lenore Brashear

    So, so sad. What can we do about it? Poetry can move minds, if they are open.


  2. Wow. The Charlottesville BS has you by the heart too?


  3. Excellent John! Sharing!


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