Thursday, May 19, 2016

from Orpheus in the Attic, #8

8

He defaced the cones of nuclear warheads.
He ignited draft cards with napalm.
He burned paper instead of children
In protest to the regime of Diem, a Buddhist monk
set himself on fire in Saigon;
and now decades later
Father Berrigan follows him on a cloud,
out of the haze, beyond the reach of radar.

As a child, I carried the news of the war dead
on my back.
The draft ended when I was sixteen.
I would not loose my limbs or die in Vietnam.
I would not kill.
Father Berrigan was looking out for me.
He defaced the cones of nuclear warheads.
He ignited draft cards with napalm.

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