Firewalker Poem by Jeff Wrubel

We're dancing on the scaffold
with our demons in a dark club
to the warm melody
of whiskey and blood
Snake-bitten and blinded
singing songs meant for sirens
by the light
that hides within our bones
We'll both ride home tomorrow
on a crest of our sorrows
We burned our cars
and our fears were just ideas
that we borrowed
So take this handkerchief
and wipe the tears
that clean out your heart
For your dry eyes
only see which way the tide turns
but not the color
that glides under the wind
We learn to live as we get older
Shadows creep ever bolder
Even the undertakers
soon need a shot of gin
For the dealers and dirt merchants
they push it all into the furnace
But at our best
We dance on the fire too