Burning Words (new Poem)

Burning Words

by Tim Kavi

burning words

drunken debauchery

filled the course of the wild

wood

where damsels wept

looking for love

minstrels played

poets spoke

but there was

for comedians

no joke

a shivering wind

ice storm of shit

hearts had grown cold

there was only a wee

chance of hope

and it seemed to be

getting old

somehow

creeping through the fog

there was yet

a great reckoning

a call to meeting

for the purposed

onslaught

to see each other

and love

what time

had forgot

but with the burning

word

the rebuke was square

let person to person

become heart to heart

secrets made bare

then they will

say God was among us

and let us pray

until the strength

of humanity's rebirth

brought them

to a return of

Sacred Earth

but then and only then

when hearts sow love

and community

is the crop

then there is

blessing in every drop

away from this

existential slop.

poet's note: a different kind of poem, hearkens to yesteryear.

a return to the madness of the prophet. --TK