This Year's Valentine

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by Philip Appleman

They could
pump frenzy into air ducts
and rage into reservoirs,
dynamite dams
and drown cities,
cry fire in theaters
as the victims are burning,
but
I will find my way through blackened streets
and kneel down at your side.



They could
jump the median, head-on,
and obliterate the future,
fit .45's to the hands of kids
and skate them off to school,
flip live butts into tinderbox forests
and hellfire half the heavens,
but
in the rubble of smoking cottages
I will hold you in my arms.

They could
send kidnappers to kindergartens
and pedophiles to playgrounds,
wrap themselves in Old Glory
and gut the Bill of Rights,
pound the door with holy screed
and put an end to reason,
but
I will cut through their curtains of cunning
and find you somewhere in the moonlight.

Whatever they do with their anthrax or chainsaws,
however they strip-search or brainwash or blackmail,
they cannot prevent me from sending you robins,
all of them singing: I'll be there.

please note: photo by Steve Borichevski and Shooting My Universe

Comments

  1. GailFebruary 12, 2010 at 3:35 PM

    What a fantastic poem.

    I think he likes her, don't you?

    ReplyDelete
  2. The PliersFebruary 12, 2010 at 4:32 PM

    Very nice.

    I like a man with determination.

    ReplyDelete
  3. UnknownFebruary 13, 2010 at 4:18 PM

    Love....Love....Love....crazy love....smiles.

    ReplyDelete

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