Fire Hydrants Poem by Kevin Patrick
Fire Hydrants
You find them on curbs
And crewcut turfs
Their Squat, placid bodies
Hallowed with punctual geometry,
No obsolete organ
Too surfeit of their bodily fluid
Bearing the cure to brimstone
Our Overlooked guardians
For the lure of fire hydrants
Comes from beauty, of its utility
Like tiny metallic grenadiers
serving a mighty queen
Or Haida totem poles;
cumbersome and Mysterious;
Cherubs forged of steel, spigots for a cross
Their temples for Naiads, with pressured stopcocks
As when the dogs did their worshiping
And left lemonade of the eucharis
And when corrosion eats the streets
They will stand as stainless steles
Lasting until man’s reign
Is handed over to insects
As when historians will observe
And call them our urban idols
Peerless and Immaculate
Artifacts of industrial triumph
So nicely envisioned and aptly depicted. Wonderful expression. Thanks for sharing. .....10
They will stand as stainless steles Great stuff, Kevin. Thanks for sharing
best 'Fire Hydrants' poem I have ever read, extremely well written, an adventure to read, accurate in geometric and emotive detail, metaphors like 'As when the dogs did their worshiping/ And left lemonade of the eucharis', with such wonderful insightful flow; hope your not peed off I mentioned this, for me this added extra depths of meaning, wonderful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The fire hydrant as guardian... This is brilliant. Yours is a poem that's a great homage to the humble structure, and a reminder that what's around us is worthy of more than a passing acknowledgement. A 10.