ISSUE: Autumn 1984
If H is a house on fire,
flame is the merciless dance.
But the A next to it,
contradicts.
It is the A of water,
of pails and tears.
It is the A of quarrel.
Day and night have not yet
ended their disagreement
and neither have the A and
the belligerent T.
T must be a no if A is yes.
Or, they could be stillness
and breath
staring each other down.
And R next to them would not
call off its planned malice.
This is the R of war,
rage, and roar, on its way
to break up the dreams of E.
And the E of energy will
unleash three tongues,
its pitchfork, against the D.
D is not the D of dead.
It is the D of demon, knows
poison and power,
so that inside this word,
HATRED never freezes over.
