The Smell Of History's Fire


We swallowed the stars
So we could spit tiny asteroids
We burnt the geraniums
So we could smell of history's fire
We walked against the wind
So we could hear the door of Olympus close
We climbed the Kenyan hill
So we could see what was abandoned with care
We kicked at the pumice and ash
So we could remember Pliny
We swam naked in the ocean
So to link the old and new countries
We lit the candle of religion
So we could see the hand to hold
We packed bags and built a castle of clay
So we could hide from the angels screaming
We caught the birds and tied them to the mask
So they pulled us to the shore
We read the books on how to love
So we could recognise the temperate changes
We left Greece, for Spain and Spain for a dollar
So we could walk to France
We made love together, alone, in the dark
So we could see if we would change
We stole a small boat and could see new colours at night
So the dark was all velvet, the water was green
We hugged chest to chest for many days straight
So our chest hair grew and tangled together
We bought fine suits and filled the pockets with rosemary
So we gave the impression of danger and culture
We buried silver pens beneath trees in the rain
So we could write of the occasion in Phoenicia
We made maps on how to get to the top of the world
So we remembered how to get to the end
We held hands as the sun set and kissed in happiness
So the world could collapse and leave us

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