by Ron Riekki
“Everyone keeps saying 'apocalyptic,' but that doesn’t begin to cover it.” —CNN’s Karina Tsui from Pacific Palisades, January 8, 2025
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My sister texts me saying she is sorry to hear about my long disease [sic] and I think of the long history of fire, how often our world wants to be held instead of this, now, how it’s helled. And in the military they put me in the burn pits, not to help, but for punishment, no mask given, and forced to stand there with the ash now that owns me, apical scarring, and this is the world now, scaring me, the news where I see fire in the Ukraine and fire in Gaza and fire in Sudan and fire in Myanmar and fire in Haiti and I look online at a “current large wildfire map” and it looks as if all of California is on fire and I worked in California during COVID, a disaster healthcare volunteer, going to all the worst-hit cities, raged by COVID and, always, driving in, I’d see countless TRUMP signs [sick], almost as if COVID went wherever his supporters were, a nurse yelling one time that the OR needed to have at least two sets of negative pressure respirators, and I remember a shift where all of the staff was sick, how nobody showed up but me, and, out- side, the horizon was ablaze, rooms packed with COVID patients, one dying every other shift, and I could go outside for my break, but couldn’t take my mask off outside either, not with the planes dropping fire retardant, and a medic telling me that the UV in L.A. was deadly, is deadly, and this doctor screaming something about a CT scan, and a COVID patient who came in with no ID (we took him), and an MP from a nearby military base who died in his 20s, drowned in the water of his own lungs, and how someone came in and a nurse was asking if the patient couldn’t breathe because of COVID or be- cause of the fires and the fires were COVID and COVID was a fire, is a fire, and my father is in bed and he’s flicking through the news and it’s orange-red on the screen and red-yellow on the screen and it’s yellow-orange, all these different hells we create—bombings and wildfire and a Republican’s pool in his mansion backyard drowning in flames and the fires in Burkina Faso don’t make our news and the fires in Cameroon don’t make our news and the fires in Mali don’t make our news, but fires of the wealthy are all over our screens and the mansions are so quickly eaten by Hell. My son googles the words Who invented fire? and the A.I. answers, Homo sapiens and we invented all of this, all of this ash and smoke and I remember when I was standing in the middle of my lungs being destroyed for the rest of my life and there was fence all around me and I thought of incarceration, how we are getting so good at war that we are turning our whole entire world into a prison and the only way out of this hole is to stop everything we’re doing.
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Ron Riekki co-edited Undocumented: Great Lakes Poets Laureate on Social Justice (Michigan State University Press).
Dear Ron,
I am devastated in a good way reading this. You capture how I/we feel in the rhythm of a drum brigade marching us to Hell. in or out of the hot zones, either way, there is no way to feel safe. Here in Blue country immigrants are starting to feel terrified of ICE raids. How do we all manage our terror? Thanks again for putting this into words like an anthem we can share. Best wishes, Phyllis
WOW! This is really powerful. Thank you for sharing it.