Teach me how to light a Molotov

Now is time for fire
put aside the hymn books, the liturgy, the word
polish the brass of your knuckles
file your teeth and sharpen your heels,
bite with all your might, rip the sinew out
strike against the knees of propped up pawns
take them to the ground, face to the earth
let them hear Abel’s blood crying out, loud
let them hear the crackle and thunder of our spirit
this is time for the fire.

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