[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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