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Monday, May 13, 2019

Poem: Napalm #the100dayproject Day 42


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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