A Man may make a Remark —
In itself — a quiet thing
That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
In dormant nature — lain —
Let us deport — with skill —
Let us discourse — with care —
Powder exists in Charcoal —
Before it exists in Fire.
Forgive me, please, if I find political meaning in Emily's
decidedly nonpolitical poem. I'm afraid that some of the
remarks that have been made in the Democratic primaries will
smoulder, return as sparks in the fall, and ignite the political
process into fiery idiocy.
If we the people are content to discuss whether Barak Obama's
patriotism should be measured by whether he wears a
particular piece of jewelry on his lapel, or if we are content
to vote for a woman who proposed a constitutional amendment
banning flag burning, or if we are content to allow reactionaries
to try to indict Barak Obama as a Muslim (and I use the word
"indict" on purpose, as yet another instance of mass bigotry and
well, we may, perhaps, deserve what we get.
I am too depressed about yesterday's primary to embody the
audacity of hope. In fact, hope doesn't seem audacious today -
it seems preposterous.
Please tell me why I'm wrong - or if I'm wrong.