...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) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem