Oxygen

 

1

 

As in I’m in favor of

And would like more;

My neighborly air

Too damp

 

Like Arabian palaces

And towers, craving

 

Light and space and

 

Breathing in and out

In an Earth-blue sky

 

Anyone offering work

Maybe

 

With room and board

 

Arizona or how about

California? Or in

 

Situ the Alhambra?

 

I know, there are

Wildfires out west—

Conflagration of a

Kind (unkind) along an

Eastern sea;

 

Thieving atmosphere

 

Suffocates

Inhaling things

 

2

 

All fire swindled from

Prometheus someday

Will cease

 

In recompense,

 

While damage to open

Lungs and other

Capabilities are

Prolonged matters

 

Fire-scarred will

Propitiates our faults,

Mitigates any anger

For the rest, leaving

 

For last joys our homely

Fires burning against

Night

 

We, dwelling through

The cold, may story-

Tell the impact of our

Age

 

(epilogue)

 

Oxygen feeds fire and

Needful issues

 

Propelled by nascent

Hope and sometimes

By outraged

 

We have no choice but

To deal in both

 

Breathe in air, then

Breathe out our part

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