Wildfire

a fire flies high
in a crystal eye
burning all sights seen
wherever that gaze has ever been
mountains growing slow
under a sweating brow
water runs noisy
in an empty heart of a hollow rock
in the lap of bald evening
a dark deep midnight dies
a fire flies
high in the sky
a sad bird caged in a mad body
wings clipped and vision steady
life wears away
in a litter cart
broken moons and four-edged stars
frozen songs and wooden scars
two blurred ears and bloody lips
a nose chasing the scent of savagery
two lips biting onto stormy whispers
a head where wildfire devours
unblossomed wildflowers.