April Poetry | incendiary, We

incendiary, We

[Germany, 1930]

— Leif —

unquenchable fires:
We can always find a person
stranger
than we would like,
“A Threat!”
to exclude, and
from exclusion the well-crafted excuse,
from excuses grow fire
We dare not quench
lest it burn Us too!
yet it burns Us all
anyway

Soon to cry
for our wounded heart
becomes wrong
death a matter of degrees
The choice: Now! or..

every. day. hence.

We once openly called some “faggot”
to feed Our own flame
what are those
acceptable PC words
We use now?

We all know them-

who says
“No!”