Eaten By Fire
David Spierling
Soon I'll walk on rusty nails
there's a fire in my stove fed
to ravage by the war-charged air
outside my home
I go home to flames all the time
to a mania of particulars
of American political hypocracy
the flames are walls, floors, ceilings,
hcairs, table, and food
there's a roaring inside me
seeking to balance the fires
