Napalm
We colonized nature before we colonized ourselves.
Trapped fire in a cage to warm our cold bodies,
to guide our blind eyes, silence our dumb mouths.
We caught fire like a firefly in a jar, we didn’t leave
any holes on the top to let it breathe. We kept it
chained to a wick or stored on the tip of a match stick.
We colonized fire and wonder why it bites back.
Fire has teeth, a row of sharp revolts and revolutions,
it feels like hot steam, burn slow and steady as embers.
Let its smoke signal a new era where our mouths
grow quiet in fear and fire grows lungs to bellow,
to spit, growl and snarl its rage like a caged animal.
Even the smallest flame is sharp like a knife’s edge,
or understated like the smallest hollow tip bullet.
It readies its warfare, and we only fight fire with fire.
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