LAST NIGHT
a little fire. I make a little fire in the small fireplace asador
in front of the house
in the wall beside the flat cement
space
flickering flames for an hour or two
sit watching
feed bits of wood into the primeval TV, gaze far
off, into history, time, space
down the street I can hear the big boys muttering
I wonder what they are smoking
this morning I saw one guy rolling a cigarette
on a pizza box top his buddy laughed at me
I guessed there's been a delivery recently
hope nobody got killed for it
me I'll just make my own little fire in front
of this house
from wood, nothing less, nothing more, all
mediocre, light or opportunistic yes
light = fire
mediocre = small, slight
oppportunist = this month empty front house
no one rents, I make my little fire one, two nights, the flames
go returning carbon into the atmosphere
soon I be gone, too, around that
corner
down the street into sweet
lady death
you can see her in all the stores for sale here
pure mesquite charcoal
fire is the secret
all the ancient worlds knew this
forget Alexander, ignore
Caesar
Julio-come-lately day before
today
old Rome and antique Greece were modern compared to before,
when "we" took fire and made it
long long long ages of time before the first echoes emerge in books
someone can still read only two thousand years later
Plato pretending only the fire is real outside and he
chained inside, seeing only shadows
even he just today, looking back
into before the
same long long long before thousands that of those years and generations
more thousands
and more still seeing back and back deeper into
that cave
and even that is only into the stone age, why
"we" have been "around" long long longer and much more
and fire has been our friend against the night
against the wild animal
against the cold of ice age winter
our light into the heart of our brain
our poetry of love and desire
hot you make me hot baby fire
oh yes like that yes please
uh huh