By
Howard Brown
Your House Is Burning
Wake up, friend,
your house
is burning—
a fire
brought to life
after smoldering for years.
Those on the right smile,
pointing smugly
at their brethren on the left,
while the left lashes out,
blaming those seated
on the opposite side of the aisle,
the anger and vitriol
of both serving only
to further fan the flames.
Wake up, friend,
your house
is burning.
Will you continue to chase
after those you believe
to have set the fire,
or turn and
put out the flames before
your house lies in ashes?
Howard Brown
Howard Brown is a poet and writer who lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee on Lookout Mountain. His poetry has appeared in Burningword Literary Journal, Poetry Super Highway, Old Hickory Review, Lone Stars Magazine and Blue Collar Review. In 2012, he published a collection of poems entitled “The Gossamer Nature of Random Things.” His poem “Pariah” placed first in the poetry division of the 2015 William Faulkner Literary Competition sponsored by Mississippi’s Tallahatchie Riverfest. He has published short fiction in Louisiana Literature, F**k Fiction, Crack the Spine, Pulpwood Fiction, Extract(s), Gloom Cupboard and Full Of Crow.
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