Flaming Memories
Quang Duc, a Buddhist monk,
quickly poured the gasoline
over his head till it soaked to his feet.
He sat down calmly on a Saigon street,
straightened his robe, his purpose keen:
to Protest Injustice and the Horrors he'd Seen.
Lighting the match - he Exploded in Flames.
One image from 'Nam was burned in my brain.
- June 11, 1963
I dreamt I died.
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Cuttings - Short Poems
Poetry by Mike Garofalo
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