To the Flame

There is a languid flame

Which burns at the heart

And sees no touch of rain

The dry dust aches

And Ceres still searches for her daughter

While the great Fury

Let loose by Aries' blood hands

Set hold upon the heart flame

And with warm breath

Breathed the flame into inferno

And the flames rose

And the smoke rose

And the sparks were in his eyes

And the heart rose

And the heart died

And the pyre would not hold it

Tantulus wept as Zeus for Sarpedon

While the tongue of Lavinia crept on the floor

All that was once so green and alive

Blasted brittle and yellow by Thanatos' breath

And all caught fire

And all did burn

And all was given

To the flame