For those who burn and those who do the burning




(I promise to steer clear of politics after this for a long while...)







          


          It's like somebody said,
          “what’s the worst that could happen?”

          and somebody else said,
          “this guy. this guy could happen.”

          and somebody else said,
          “naw. that guy will never happen.”

          and somebody else said,
          “in your dreams.”

          and somebody else said,
          “in your worst nightmare.”

          and somebody else said,
          “good thing it won’t really happen.”

          and somebody else said,
          “oh, shit.”
 
          and somebody else said,
          “it happened.”

          and somebody else said,
          “well, how much worse could it get?”

          and somebody else said,
          “don’t jinx it.”

          and somebody else said,
          “what’s that in his hand?”

          and somebody else said,
          “it looks like a gas-can.”

          and somebody else said,
          “surely, even he wouldn’t.”

          and somebody else said,
          “what’s that in his other hand?”

          and somebody else said,
          “shit. it looks like a box of matches.”

          and somebody else said,
          “surely he wouldn’t.”

          and somebody else said,
          “run!”

          and somebody else said,
          "I don't have anywhere to run."




          (For David S. Buckel and for Syria, for whatever it's worth)




8 thoughts on “For those who burn and those who do the burning

  1. Powerful. Thank you. Would still love to have a couple photos–or an entire post–to feature on my blog, if you’re still interested. Belt Magazine just called St. Louis (and anyplace that used to be industry-driven) part of the Rust Belt. So it’s legit! Always enjoy your photos and your take on this crazy world!

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    • So sorry. And thank you, yes. Have a folder of photos on my desktop labeled “Rust Belt” that I’ve been fiddling with for, what, months now? I’m truly terrible about such things. Tweak and twiddle and fiddle to death. Giving myself a deadline. Will send you something within a week. Promise!

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  2. Pingback: I know I promised, but here we are and we’re still saying, “Surely, he wouldn’t….” | A Prayer Like Gravity

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