Fire is Mute

I am by the cellar door

waiting for the palm

of your hand to reach out

to remember being lost

to feel it sting and itch

with the weight of water

as dust turns our past to mud

I evaporate into clouds

causing lightening

to crack every desert rock

The earth knows me

I hear glass shatter

dogs bark

fifteen gunshots

into the belly of a bear

every echo breaking

my memory away from you

causing it to sharpen and drop

back to earth into the now

Where I should stay

The speed of wolves varies

with thickness of wind

how the smell lingers from

the blood of the hunt

This is happening because it is nature

They will feast on the kill

I will cry out into thin air

lick my lips of geranium rum

Curse this curse that breaks me

It will not change the night from

being dark and frightful

Start another day on silent

Forget the palm and bleed out

for the fire is mute.