Flames

Pearl light peeks from backs of pink-flamed clouds.
Spindling rays, spewing forth from the setting sun
Meet flames from new suns, heated in burnt cities
Of the Earth; a roast-red angry answer of all flesh.


It begins this way and so it ends this way: unspoken;
The space of its stasis struck sideways, spirit leveled
Inside light and shadow. The World stuck suspended,
The soundless silence sighing, between lips and teeth.


States ought do and act better than the meanness
Of their peoples, of their smallest base depravities,
And not give stupidity reward by acknowledgment;
As stone silence is sufficient enough for ignorance.