Sirens in the distance cut through the peace;
there's an arsonist in the neighborhood
and he's known to the police.
They have been trying to pretend
it isn't him, though, but
it's not really a secret.
Of course, they know.
He even has a fan club (can you believe!?);
they send him matches and gasoline.
It's because he "hits the right houses"
they say--if you know what that means.
People have lost their lives
and families have been divided.
It's very hard to swallow
the alibis provided
when the arsonist has mentioned names
shortly before the flames.
It isn't very pleasant
and I don't think it's good
for us to have an arsonist
living in the neighborhood.
2 comments:
This is most excellent on its face as a simple piece of poetry.
However, and this doesn't often happen, I think I get this in the context of current US stuff.
Thank you!
Thank you! And the metaphor is very intentional--I think describing the acts and not naming the name highlights the wrongness of the situation--it creates distance and objectivity, or I wanted it to.
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