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.