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 Rights,
pound at the door with holy screed
and put an end to reason,
but
I will cut through their curtains of cunning
and find you somewhere in moonlight

Whatever they do with their anthrax or
chainsaws, however they strip-search or
brainwash or blackmail, they cannot
prevent me from sending you robins,
all of them singing: I'll be there.

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In the aftermath of devastating loss, critical illnesses, wars, my USMC extended family has alway "been there" for me. One of them sent this to me. I am not sure of the line breaks from the way I received it, but wanted to still share in the Month of Love and Valentines ..... Rennie