In Love And Riots

These should be paired.

This Year's Valentine, by Philip Appleman:

They could

pump frenzy into air ducts

and rage into reservoirs,

dynamite dams

and drown the cities,

cry fire in theaters

as the victims are burning,

but

I will find my way through blackened streets

and kneel down at your side.

They could

jump the median, head-on,

and obliterate the future,

fit .45's to the hands of kids

and skate them off to school,

flip live butts into tinderbox forests

and hellfire half the heavens,

but

in the rubble of smoking cottages

I will hold you in my arms.
They could

send kidnappers to kindergartens

and pedophiles to playgrounds,

wrap themselves in Old Glory

and gut the Bill of…