We are on the brink
We must fight to survive
We must fight to live

Our energies collide
But we must not turn them to fire
Fire which burns all in its path

We must cool the meshing waves
And turn them to creation
And ask ourselves
Why do we do it?

We must awaken
Our deepest morality

Mine our consciousness
To create coexistence

Never should our bodies turn to arms
Never should we destroy life

Smiles and laughter alone
Should decorate the faces of the young
As they gallop into the future

Those who have exploited others
Must repay them

Those who have done wrong
Must put it right

Those who promote imbalance
Must rebalance

We must find a way
To create a home for everyone

The natural earth is our joy and guide
The very birds and flowers
Rivers and seas cushion us from our basest desires

The diversity of nature
Shows us the way

The fine balance of nitrogen oxygen
Argon and carbon dioxide
In our air
Allows us to breathe and metabolise

We are loved, embraced, nurtured
By our universe

We must fight
Endure
Struggle
And work
For our very future

How long will this stinging take
To wholly set in and metabolise
Search amongst muddy waters
Pursue a clearer compromise
I reach for you - Sulphur -
Find myself the gilded Fool
Iron makes a likely weapon;
Pyrite a lousy tool.

Yet you appear so indifferent
Or perhaps alike, otherwise
I wouldn’t hold my breath
Believe in worthwhile sacrifice
You may find me in the bush
Aflame before the Prophet
Plunge your poker in - spread thin -
My heart if you wish to stop it

Strike a match, test my metal
Will our souls still catalyse
Was his prediction correct
What the Alchemist surmised
Or has our time ran out
Have we reached our constant yet
How dastardly - equilibrium -
Were we pernicious when we met?

Is there any merit in looking
Back on methods - revised
Is there any hope now that
The chill has metastasised?
I would contact the Smith
If he could solder back - connection -
But our glow has dwindled now,
Without it there’s no resurrection.

Though I’m overcome - ravenous -
Your appetite dissatisfies
My belly runs on empty
Without you, comes my demise
Nears a cold stove
And the Chef, grown tired.
Farewell, my loving Sulphur.

Yours Truly,
a fading Fire…