DEATH MOCKERY

I was spawned in death on earth

Born with a heart that births pain

And I have lived all day long alone

My chest is a furnace and my heart is the fire

The world feeds me coal and bellows cries in this pit

Screaming tongues of flames in my frame

Charring my bones and singeing my flesh

I cough out the ashes and choke on the embers

Yet my soul is a spring, streams into steam

What life is left over is kindling an alter.

The past ashes stored in my present urn

Turn out not to be vases but cisterns of water

I thought the flames scorched my cornea and tunneled my vision

When really a blanket of water clouded my sight

While I am submerged six feet under, plundering deep

Torrent, flood, flash, rain

And then I realize the coals aren’t rocks,

They’re seeds and the flames are trees

Now I forgot to breathe!

Anchored to what ground I can’t find, I swim

Limbless, limp, I’m crying a wimp 

But the tears aren’t mine and the walls are skin

The stern of the boat (my impending death)

Is flint that's fluttering, white curtains in light

Gasping, air, open, breeze

Heaven’s doors break open and my heart comes alive

Life.

I’m alive and the fire’s a furnace

Refining my sword and welding my bones

These flames are my fuel, ignition for mission

I laugh at the fighters and extinguish their lighters

I shout, “how can your flames wield power

When you cannot sting this strong tower?”