Fire withdrawn from a bush in the desert
smolders in hearts
awaiting wood and wind
Fire withdrawn from a bush in the desert
smolders in hearts
awaiting wood and wind


Do you know all
a ball can do
and men, too, until
the broadcast shows what they did?


But are you in you?
Are you when you
fly wide in God?


My dead-yet-alive
are, you say, your
memory you’re keeping alive.
But no, without us they thrive.
This difference is more than semantics.