Poem – The Fire Animal (By Henryk Baranski)

The Fire Animal

 

AS WE CONFLAGRATE

OUR NEW PASTURES

 

AND EXPECT THEM

STILL TO FLOURISH

 

AS WE BREATHE IN

THE SMOKE INHALE

 

AND EXPECT A BILLOW

TO BLOW OUT

 

AS WE COUGH OUT

THE BLOOD OF LIFE

 

AND EXPECT A STAIN

UPON THE WORLD

 

OUR VOICES SING WITH METAL

AND WITH VELVET

 

AND FILLED

WITH THE HAPPINESS

OF THE CIRCUS

 

WE EXTINGUISH

ALL HOPE

OF FLIGHT.

 

[su_henryk_baranski]