#Poetry Wed: “Fire Paints Itself” by William Emery

“…grandpa mortared a tin paneled and tar
roofed trailer onto a corner of the foundation of the house that burned
making xanthic the interior with the sable brush of his exhale
in the patio he put through soil evergreen and burning bush
where in the open air the robber flies copter their wasp kill…”

Read the rest of the poem at Noble/Gas Qtrly.

#Poetry Wed: “First They Came…” by Martin Niemöller

“First They Came…” by Martin Niemöller

First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Communist.

Then they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the incurably sick, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a incurably sick.

Then they came for the schools and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a school.

Then they came for the press and I did not speak out—
Because I was not the press.

Then they came for the Jehovah’s Witnesses, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the people in countries occupied by Nazi Germany, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not in countries occupied by Nazi Germany.

Then they came for me—
and there was no one left to speak for me.