A Light Motive

Old demons never die, they simply dim their flames

And decompose through all the crime scene stages

Righteous hatred stiffening in the rigor of history

Prodded and examined, Questioned and challenged,

The images of fire debated and heat’s meaning discussed.

Then decomposition sets in and infernal foulness

Mulches down in parody and meme’s rich loam

And makes of slicing stamping real, a simple word

A name to slander any, every, thing disliked,

Dust, then, to dust in sleeping eyes and demons wake

Unnoticed and unjust they change their name and sing

The same old songs, bright torchlit rallies seen anew

Men in rows, coloured spectacles where e-books burn

And the old fire kindles and liberty turns to face

The dawn with open, readied, leveled arms.

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