With The Makings Of A Fire Poem by Pierre Rausch

Clearly the voyagers meant no harm
For once hundred dollars each
The new equipment increased
That bit in the back of his neck
That looked down at the knife in his hand

Your complete confidence in the syndicate
How do you confide something that comes from inside
Your complete confidence in the syndicate
They certainly wouldn't expect you to come back

Stunned silence filled the room
Around the hill and toward the southern bank
Can you identify any flush marks?
It means there is no one

Many of my friends and family
And a couple of kind strangers
Made this generous gift that issued back
Across the bays of mainland
Across a mirror that caught the morning light
When they embarked at dawn
When they go light the lanyard from the fire

Your complete confidence in the syndicate
How do you confide something that comes from inside
Your complete confidence in the syndicate
They certainly wouldn't expect you to come back