by Robert Cole
I have built kingdoms.
And I have torn these kingdoms apart.
Brim to shining brim. An orchestra of fire.
And out of the carbon, the alleged phoenix grows.
So the vital story goes. A life is forged
from the thing that destroys you.
The lava also refreshes what is devoured.
The pyroclastic flow returns the soil to its lipid origin:
Amino acids and sheer self-esteem. Action potentials.
An erotic graveyard teeming with faith.