Torches and Pitchforks
Trash bags hover in the trees like ghosts.
Is that fire in the west the sun, or torches?
Night is coming and bored people
are ready to stir up the masses.
Let’s build torches and run through the night
until we find someone to burn.
Cut down that tree
we’ll need it to build stocks and gallows.
Although it’s hard to see
with the sun dying in the west
we can see well enough to know that
we have a right to be mad.
So set flame to the talking stick
and use it to light the way.
Take up your pitchforks
the time for thinking and words is over!
Tie the witches to the stake
and use your torch to start the fire.
No more lies no more deceit
we’ll rid this town of sin and wrong.
As we trip over orphans while chasing demons
we tell ourselves that
we know what is best for the people.
Build torches and run through the night
because day may never come.
My brother gave me the line “let’s build torches and run through the night” and asked me to write a poem. This is what came out. I had meant to write him something fun but my muse picked a dark path to walk down and this is what he got. He liked it.