burn till black

read me

poet

like a poem

where each line

stops and starts

the world

where there is mess organized

and a hurricane with a heart

in the center of a place decentered

where everything is still

if only to catch your breath

for the next line

like a fish caught

struggling

fighting

and hoping for a different hook

that leads to the heavens

but is leftover with

my

the poet says

this dish is divine

*

i will age into

a fossil

and one day

i’ll fuel cities

and people my age will

say

we don’t want to

die like this

can’t we burn better

but now

as i light the path

to the darkness of the future

i wonder whether kindling fire

with hands clumsy and afraid

destroyed us

in the end

and the beginning

of the age of civilization

*

i think all

the meaning there can be

is contained in the fact

that there are two ways to

put into a nail in a piece of wood

hammer it in

or already have a hole

the problem is

i do not know what

the meaning is

for as soon as i think i have it

i remember that there are too many ways

to take the nail out

one of which

includes the hole before