Fire of Feeling

The carrion of men's justice
The tasteful crows of the easily harmed mind
The fist-like musk of mothers of affection
The twig-like blades of the thirsty abandoners of doubt
The blind discoverers of lost causes
The priests of the logic of cosmetic men
The mystics, their mysticism wrapped in grass and famous
The sorrowful instruments that have not yet surrendered
The spineless, foolish gypsies, the old-timers who belittled their bedfellows
The smoke-bringing cries from every door
The fire of a human's feeling for a human
The hatred of the stigma of a human named with purity
The beautiful traitors who have not seen God
This is the very poetry of the consciousness of the discoverer of death.