Fire

by Dean Granitsas

Give me the pluck to sing
to a disaster; bring
holy water to a fire;
climb the church’s insubstantial spire.

                                                 Now’s the time for heroic madness.

The town burns because
There was too much was,
and too little is,
And too little us.

The wainscots furrow and fizz.

Too much I could
to heat like fevered wood.

The firefighters climb and cuss.
The procrastinator says, “I should …”

Gulliver tries to piss.

                                                Now’s the time for heroic madness.

                                                Now’s the time for heroic madness.