You never burned
as bright
since that day
in the jungles.
Always locked away
in chemical plants
waiting
to unleash the
hell fires
and chaos
you only know
so well.
When they tested you
the skies coughed up
droplets of blood
from fear,
the little foreigners
you acquainted yourself with
so well
from fear,
they fled
in fear,
they wept
for fear
made their brown eyes
go dim.
You played tag
with the savages;
their mouths open
with looks of fright,
so distorted
were their faces--
it almost looked
like laughter.
Tagging onto their
brown skins
to make it
burn deeper brown,
to darkest black.
Their skins
smelled of
strange tallow
and sulfuric fat.
Ode to the napalm
from the father Dow
it came,
to scorch our world
a million times over
and recede back
to the darkness
from whence it renders
the skin.
You lighted up the night
in the jungles
you blazed,
as I point the accusations
at you
I can't help but stare--
the dancing embers
of your wild-eyed fury
etched ribbons of
death tattoos
over the victims.
Never had such a thing
seemed so good to you,
like the sweetness of flesh
dipped in midday sangria,
as even your passion
painted the sun
green-eyed
in awe of your lust
that danced upon
the savaged skins
you begged to bite.
Though it is better
that you should die
from the grief your
raping flames
have wrought,
I can never forget
a dance as chilling
and enticing
as you gripped
their flesh so tight.
