poem

[ljgeoff]

I once burned hot
with passion
with words
with outrage

now my words are fewer
some days I hardly speak at all
my passion takes longer to kindle
my outrage

my outrage still burns
but it burns cold
I give no fucks
for these pissant demagogues
or the thugs on my street
go a head and try me

An old man, a beekeeper
told me how his grandfather
was taken by the Nazis
taken as a teenager to the camps
and survived

"I'll take my gun up"
he told me
burning cold
"I have grandchildren.
Let them try me."

LJG 4/29/26