Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I come to burn

I come to burn.  Not to believe
Nor to pretend

I come to song, and to kill
And to yearn all summer long

There are too many kings and heroes
Too many poets too well known

No one believes in anything
Beyond the broken bone

Youth is endured pretending
I come in the nick of time

Beloved for abundant luck
Saviors sing of drinking wine

Kings fall and poets kill
Singers with their last breath moan

I come to burn.  Not to believe
Home I come

With hero’s song.

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