It is not what goes into a man,July 9th, 2008 by theneonheart received No Comments »
but what comes out of him that makes him unclean.
It is me and my fictional characters. Locked in a vacant stare.
When they came for the radio, I kept silent.
When they came for the tv, I watched it go.
When they ripped the carpet from the floor, I felt uneasy but did nothing.
When they came for my chair, I stood up goddamnit.
When they came for me, I went quietly.
Then there was no one left to come for.