Nature's Elements Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

Here they are; earth, water, wind and fire,
Which on all subsists,
But not as land that lies waste
nor water polluted from its source
Neither flame on oil,
Nor candle on wax,
but in us within, as each
Elements in love.
So are we;
Each organ barmy with lust, and tickly,
The blood fervent to purify the pique,
Nerves desiring connection.
But gifts are tongues of flame.
The blood cell conveys its bequest of oxygen.
But Why?
Brain cells surrender memories.
Reasons are alongside the point.
In love do we what we cannot help
Each locate progressed in fury,
Longing to give, to be received, frenzied.
Ideological base doth we have
Or live intensely, with perception
More reasonable than real.
Around us, within us, is fire
Bearable
Delivered from flame.
Do we see it?
Unqualified, without message.
Do we see this dark, unhappy fire,
Yet, as one of the elements?