February 14, 2009

This Year's Valentine

They could

pump frenzy into air ducts

and rage into reservoirs,

dynamite dams 

and drown the cities,

cry fire in theaters

as the victims are burning,

but

I will find my way through the 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 onto 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 at 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.

Phillip Appleman