Conversation Excursion

Women set this world on fire He said to me Glad for man's talk heart to heart I said in glee: There would be no hell ... unless He stopped me. Not that religious nail again Bare here, and see. In silence then I prayed for rain. I mean desire, He exclaimed, a man cannot die quietly I mean expire Without ruffle of sheet and roar They raise you up Like Lazarus to beg, and still more They fill your cup With fuel, and drain beyond retiring They will not go Until there is no more scream to hear. Well, he should know. Old men need only a firm log and candle For wintry nights. But he has halting gait and a handle, Secret delights He will not tell straight; the fox in him. I am so slow These days, he mourned, they fly flags On the pole low For me. Half mast, I said, half mast. Rushing ahead Wondering in my heart about Lazarus' Rise from the dead This world is going to end with a loud bang Due to women O Lord, we all gonna burn in hell, he said Gazing heaven I wonder how all my prayers could get lost O trivera Came the magic reply, she put in my hand And much clearer Than day, my Magna Carta was pronounced O ice is slow Death, too slow for a woman's rage raging Against the flow And ebb in the dying of the light. We shall go By fire alone. The argument twisted me with jealousy. Medussa Turned me to stone.