POEM: BURN FROM THE WORLD

Burn From the World

Burn from the world

you monsters of love,

angels of hate.

Burn before the land burns down

and the ice all melts

and the trees slough off

their final, dead-dry leaves.

Burn, before the witch’s fire

and peasants' torches,

and the fevered dreams

of children

set your flesh ablaze

in flames so bright

that those 
of a distance,
and a time,

will watch 
in wonder

as a new sun 
appears in their sky.

OOPSIE!  JUST A TAD ANGRY, THIS ONE! I must have got up on the wrong side of the planet. Watching too many Nature programs on the boob-tube, I guess (do they still call it that?) Don’t know. Sometimes you just feel like howling.