POLITICAL Poem: Call me Washington, by Trenton Mabey

The fire burned all night, an infernal symbol of dark intention, defend the forest wailed the blackened skeleton of the bulldozer. Do I know anything about this supposed crime? The motivations, to stop the rape of the planet, to protect nature from the desperately grasping claws of capitalistic automatons. I was nowhere near the scene when the
bulldozer lit up. If I were to plan it . . . a weakness in the perimeter fence, easily pried apart for access, ready accelerant for thirsty equipment, rags and flames, and a party like the Fourth of July. Call me Washington. A display of action, the minutemen defending their land from outside domination. Call me Jefferson. A manifesto written in flame, the smoking puddles of melted rubber, a bonfire for a midnight tea party. The red lights are coming, the red lights are coming, scatter through the fence and vanish into the trees, the sound of cannons in the dark, the smell of defiance drifting through the grateful colonies of pine and aspen, hiding their protectors, revolutionary compatriots. Call me guilty if I was there.

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