Kerosene... Poem by Nestor David Armas

She was born of fire

Forged in pain and tears,

No blacksmith could undo

Though if they tried they would tire;

Her ferocity of nature

She attempted to keep well hid,

But played some did

Through the years

And got burnt and charred;

As they strived to put her out,

Left her smoldering

Flames throughout,

Ardently she'll bring to light

The naked fury of her soul,

As she multiplies what she gets,

Given a seed

And now yielding life,

She fuels Kerosene

The only beautiful thing

In the midst of spring,

Another unquenchable blaze

Burning leaves of September

Leaving behind a scorched earth

The brightest of embers,

She'll present to the world

And bear her truth

Through a smoky clouded sKai

Fiery ignition of a newborn sun...

(11/28/2012)