The language of fire

in a crowded theatre
the one word not
to be played with
we melt
on its urgent tongue

on command
an arm goes down
red blossoms
against the white-
washed stone

in the hole
the frantic leaping
of fish after
a chemical spill

the messenger
who brings no message
only his own
unbearable company

6 Replies to “The language of fire”

  1. To say we stole fire from the gods is like saying the Trojans stole a big wooden horse from the Achaeans.

    Sure we did, and sure they did.

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