Oppressed Spark in all of us
To everything for that which rages
in hidden pits of foreign landmarks
kindles to ashes in wooden cages;
are fending off several composed sparks:
pacified and organized symphony,
each hungrily searing, reciting their marks,
singing through slight orifices of me
as steam which cries through a many teeth,
lately from dark corners which I see
that stack of birchwood piled nice and neat
exhaling their sacred vows lost in clouds
with chilled smoke pluming in summer's retreat.
Yet winter blankets each returning crowd
of snowy marshmallows strung on the heat
like many unhappy campers screaming loud.