I see rational shadows
behind this man, the builder of fire
he has made a home and made you
a fixture of silence holding the door
call it his fortress, built by the blood of what is
made in the USA
the average body armed with fear.
The lonely roads of this New Hampshire town
ringing out with the sound of fire
children hiding behind the trees
camouflage dressing the mind
and the women silent above death
until it knocks on their own front doors.