Thirsty –
though we watch the golden embrace
of literature drip down the gutter,
streets overflowing with the written word
as kids gather their empty notebooks
to play outside, to catch the best words
to keep in their journals.
And you, you walk along the road smiling
at the beauty of the words passing you by,
accepting the warmth, the passionate glow
of a lover’s kiss delighted syllables gift you.
– Is it any wonder that when burned
our stardust formulated bodies & books
look the same? –
Our thirst for knowledge answered
word for word
and then we
burn.
//ashes to ashes – dust to dust//