Week o' Love: Day 3
"This Year's Valentine" by Philip Appleman They could pump frenzy into air ducts and rage into reservoirs, dynamite dams and drown cities, cry fire in theaters as the victims are burning, but I will find my way through blackened streets and kneel down at your side. They could jump the median, head-on, and obliterate the future, fit .45's to the hands of kids and skate them off to school, flip live butts into tinderbox forests and hellfire half the heavens, but in the rubble of smoking cottages I will hold you in my arms. They could send kidnappers to kindergartens and pedophiles to playgrounds, wrap themselves in Old Glory and gut the Bill of Rights, pound the door with holy screed and put an end to reason, but I will cut through their curtains of cunning and find you somewhere in the moonlight. Whatever they do with their anthrax or chainsaws, however they strip-search or brainwash or bl...