Church Fires

Michael Sullivan
Thirty men went marching off
Sons of Mr. Molotov
Filled with liquor, heads on fire, ready to explode

Swastikas upon their hands
Acquiesce to their demands
Backed by anger, backed by fire, marching down the road

Noble rage that they are feeling
Taken out upon a building
Shouts of hatred, start a fire, in a house of God

Enter through an open door
Kerosene tracks on the floor
Smiles breaking, burning ashes, falling to the sod

Red trucks, sirens split the night
Men jump out, prepared to fight
Sighs of sadness, fire's too strong, church burns to the ground

Phone call wakes the frightened preacher
Sorry, burned before we reached her
Was that a dream? The dark won't answer; nothing makes a sound

Published by Michael Sullivan

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  • Michael Sullivan6/16/2009

    I didn't have any specific incident in mind when I wrote the poem. In fact, I wrote this while I was in college, and just happened upon it one day while emptying a box of papers. If I got the idea from anywhere, it was probably the Spike Lee documentary "Four Little Girls."

  • Hally Z.6/10/2009

    Where did this happen? We had an arsonist burn down a 100+ year old church here in Madison about 5 years ago.

  • Ana Maria Alvarez5/30/2009

    It has an interesting rhythm. The imagery is shocking and the phrasing is incredible. Thank you for this poem.

  • Maria Roth2/18/2009

    Yeah, it rhymes...but I like it anyway! Very nice, Michael.

  • jpsixbear2/18/2009

    awesome imagery

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