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]