May It Burn With You

Driving

Lengthen the road

and burn the forest—

every little sapling,

tree, and shrub.

Burn down the houses on the way,

with everything

that offers itself as an obstacle.

But here we are:

mute,

deaf,—

dread obscuring

the natural sequence

of reality.

Parthenope

How can I hold

something so big,

uncontainable—

something so big

not even the most proud

and courageous of us

could hold, or control?

Parthenope:

of blue and black,

octopus-shaped and stretched,

always hot and never burning…

Could you hold a home,

and our burning forests?

Wipe away the March rain

like dust on wind?

Rocked,

I collect my offerings—

for may the world

burn with you.

(I love you)

I love you.