Great Expectations
Embers weave tales of a quiet time
It used to be great- that from which
Slips a meandering hiss.
The trees have fled- no more jump in-
An ax sits idly by
To fly-
that is great.
Better to live a spark and die as flames.
The game still played
Such fervor, such grace
Competition is survival
-But wait-
Even the sparks will ask…
If sleep so surely hangs by this thread-
What hope have we to awaken the dead?
Copyright © Jessica Cooper | Year Posted 2015
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