With Fire, And Sireling - Preface To Preparations For Departure, A Series Poem Poem by Warren Falcon

...yet again, for Viren

"So, friend, you die also. Why all this clamour about it? " - from The Iliad XXI by Homer


...but it's late and I've been under-slept, much distressed, stretched through veil and moan, though I dreamed last night a sweet yet-dog/not-dog sleeping upon a burning log most inviting, I see now it is a sacrifice that has consented to such and thus is resolved, at peace, surrendered to gentle flame, to rules of the human consciousness game, and/but I want to secure its comfort and safety though Fire winks at me and says, "Got this covered."

So.

What to do?

Out of my league as creature alone,
I demur to Fire.

Am awaiting further instructions.

Marinating in petrol.

Negotiating
with Combustion Union

even as I
speak or spark,

whichever come
first which will

inexorably of course

come last then

ashes to ashes
and the mourning

a thousand
or more books unread,

not understood.

Tou jours mon ami,
mon frere (to rhyme

with fire, and sireling) .