Ryszard Siwiec set himself on fire because he believed in a cause.
I love my clothing too much to self-immolate.
Am I a failure?
Maybe it was hot inside all that red air.
Maybe he wanted to see if he could do it better than the authorities.
If I had a nickel
for every time someone put themselves through that task
I would have no money.
I would have no interest.
No one took any interest.
No one was interested.
There, see, the man in the vest;
did he too see Poland as a flag at half-mast?
I have never been to Poland.
I keep to the backstreets of shitholes.
If there is a cause that can kill a man by his own volition
then perhaps it is worth the risk
(if it is a hero doing it).
Children that self-immolate are not heroes.
They are both urchins and martyrs.
(For our freedom and yours.)
is to remind us that the world is no longer filled with red air:
their air is black as soot
black as ash
black as cremation
black as Siwiec’s ghost.