Imagine: despite all
the bright self-
assurance he gave,
couldn't stop the sun
from going down.
Where does that old fire
go? he must
have wondered;
why won't she
stay with us? Why won't
she wave?
Imagine, though,
the bravery
inherent in such impotence:
what good
are all the flints
and the wicks
and the matchsticks
in the world
when there's no longer
any day left
to save?
