A day like any other
They all end this way
A flash of brilliant light
The golden hour
Becomes the golden years
And we look back on the day
And all that we’ve done
Reading the stories of our lives
Words and letters
Cut from different periodicals
From newspaper advertisements
And waiting room magazines
Like a television ransom note
Sent by an anonymous psychopath
In hopes of blackmailing the publisher
Into printing just one more page for us
In vain
All the while
We know that soon
We’ll be sitting in darkness
Watching dragons made of stars
Whose effortless flight
Is unaffected
By the spazz of youth
Our headlines have faded
Barely legible on our aching flesh
These tattered pages
Where our demons lurk
Deep in the classifieds
And opinion columns
We’ll use these fading bodies
For kindling
To build this blaze
Bright and warm
Our skin burns hot
This smoky font
A poetry of ash in the wind
We are fire
Just in a different form
