WE BUILT A FIRE HIGH AS BABEL

WILLIAM JAMES

 
 

it burned bright, glorious in the april sky. great
pines stood guard around us, tall & green as ever,
 
hiding us from the spying eyes of satellites. we drank
black coffee from a shared blue tin cup, filled
 
our bellies feasting on beans from a can. combed
our beards with smoke & heard sirens in the distance
 
sometimes but they disappeared into the combustion
crackle of burning wood. that night we were lulled to sleep
 
beneath the falling spatter of raindrops & when sun
dripped from the branches to our faces, we awoke

 

 
 

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