O Burning Voyager
Dragons with their brimstone throats
burned millions
before bursting into combustible myths.
Did we once make fire
or did the fire make us? Burning,
burning, burning
until ‘forever’ became extinct, became
smoke behind the ramparts of heaven.
More burning, torching the sub-human heart
into almost human pieces,
making our blackened ancestors,
(our little thumb-opposing howlers),
shed their burning skin,
revealing a mollusk of intellect,
a shellfish without a shell
exposing its wriggling thought
in that shedding. The burning
filled our eyes,
we saw the fire, its flinty roots,
we grubbed for those roots
made them bloom, made the flame.
Then full of a holy zeal
we made a great war upon the world.
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