fire

back breaking labor
only helps wheelchair makers.
puppet profiteers.

the porcelain face smiles
lined with all the many miles
behind twinkling eyes
that belies the painful tries

in this sack of bones
where sinew and muscle moans
bloated with the salty tears
the murdered joys the giant fears

in a universe of loneliness
the guttural moan resists
the flagging spirit the drying dust
the lacking of merit the arthritic rust
carry on you must
you must

in the clogged throat
a painful stone
swim the moat
unleash the groan

tumble in life through the strife
like a stone worn smooth
polish the edges of your life
find the kernel the truth

kissing the sun’s face.
touching the golden god’s cloak.
man stealing fire.

my beautiful earth.
you accomplished assassin.
let me count the ways.

in the naked time
there is great love of mankind.
written in red paint.

my eyes do surmise
a slowly slipping demise.
puppets full of lies.