The Untenable Fire

like ghosts
of men
locked in towers
european sons
setting
til night do they part
for mercy
a grace
amazing for its silence
in the wake of so much noise
like someone scratched
the needle across a record
and then lifted it
for goodness sake
for silence
we are seconds
in time
waves
in oceans
in significance
yet we shine
here
alone
like a man in space
for a naive construct
of what is love
or our blindness
in the face
of inevitability
our place
and the perverse magic
in between
color
against the norm
screaming
from beneath waves
like we kick
like we kicked
and we kick
like we kicked
against pricks
we kick
like you kicked
but we kick
against the pricks