I am going to change the embers
from gray
to pink
to sputtery, smoldering red.
I am going to train the spiral to
begin an upward thrust.
I am going to write the passion
into everything I do
And rock in it
and rake it out
And sacrifice those born to die
the world spins on and through itself
the future seems so obsolete.
the men,
so distant
cavalier
Intrude upon the world as such
of ready made success
offering nothing of their own
only what they have inherited
changing the embers
replanting remains
Repairing the broken parts
of a tragic, burnt up past
Trying to spawn a healthy time and place
for me.