[Remember the day David Buckel set himself on fire]
by Jahan Khajavi
Remember the day David Buckel set himself on fire—
which is something, I’m sure, that has never occurred around here—
I swore that there likely was never a more flaming flamer;
that we ought to get his tender ashes interred around here
to remind us all how sometimes men when they're trying to shout—
like Abednego, Shadrach, & Meshach—can burn themselves out.
As for me, Judith's method of making a point I prefer.
Tell me—who do I have to behead to be heard around here?
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