Nothing
much to say today
My thoughts
have dried and blown away.
No joyful
verse with a cherry ring
no lyrics
for anyone to sing
no
humor, no sorrow, no angry rants
about
liars with fires in their pants.
No
sentimental sop, no wishful dreaming,
no
outraged protests to be read screaming,
no
flights of fancy or bumble bees,
no
pleading to deities on my knees.
Nothing much
to say today,
the muse
has stolen my words away.
Somewhere
a fire is burning,
dry
leaves and unleavened loaves
turning
to ash
with
unabashed women
stirring,
stirring,
until
the flames regain their whirling heights
hungrily
devouring all in their path
souring
our ideas of power
And the
dry ash flies up
on the
wind
independent
of even gravity,
dancing
and drifting with the depravity
of fiery
demons
And somewhere
winds are shrieking
blowing,
billowing, and peaking
above the
church’s spire
higher
and wilder
catching
up papers, leaves, rags, and sheaves.
Then lightning
strikes, it sparks
