Fire Poem by Jan Sand

He wanted you obedient.
You would not demand.
“You would be happier.”, he said
With a dismissive wave of his hand.

I thought otherwise.
Mischief was ever on my mind.
They called me “Loki” at one time.
But I never thought to be unkind.

I gave you the gift of doubt.
The gift to make you inquire.
And, as afterthought,
I gave you fire.

At first he was surprised.
Then he was furious.
He’d never wanted you
To be curious.

Even I was dismayed
At the nasty tricks you’d conceive
To destroy each other.
I’d had other hopes to achieve.

He punished me for that.
Huge birds still make me shiver.
I finally broke free.
I still ache in the liver.

I’d often prodded you,
Fed you mental tidbits,
Eager for your potential
Which even he now admits.

Both of us are now afraid.
It’s all now precarious.
Major parts disintegrate.
You’ve proved too nefarious.