Genesis...Born Of Fire Poem by David Whalen

They talk…
All fires do
Some mutter, some sputter
And if you thinkthey don't live
Then ‘shame on you'…

They consume…
All fires do
They eat virtually anything
At times leisurely
Licking and tasting
Other times quickly
As if time was wasting

They breathe…
Sometimes they whisper
Sometimes they whimper
Sometimes they sigh…
Sometimes they sputter
Obscenities to the sky


They feel…
The water that we use
To extinguish theflame
They protest…they hiss
As if feeling the pain
As they die…with a sigh
As will do you and I

Fire is the genesis….
Of things great and small
Our atomscreated
From brimstone and blaze
It's our father and mother
It's our Lord and master
It's The maker and measure
…of all things…and ways