Monday, August 25, 2014

Talking Fire

Talking Fire

If I just touched it, he said,
No one would get hurt.
I told him he had best go
To the Combat Zone.
He said he didn’t have the money.
Surely, I told him, he could find
More expert handling.
I talked till we reached a busy street.
He said, “There are too many people
Here. Good bye.”

When I reached what was then home,
I sprawled face down
In my clothes.

Too tired to cry, I blessed my strength
And talking fire.

Too glad and angry to sleep,
I tried not to feel sorry
For the life form
That did not succeed
In shaming me.

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