Into the glow
\nI project myself.
\nInto a fire,
\nWhere, after fire’s burn,
\nFires of ten thousand years,
\nFires of and through
\nHistory itself,
\nAppear.<\/p>\n
Contemplation takes hold:
\nKrakatoa alive;
\nDresden ablaze;
\nRome – dead. <\/p>\n
The crematoriums;
\nThe furnaces of Auschwitz. <\/p>\n
The blaze;
\nA tool which for man
\nWorks both ways. <\/p>\n
I bring to life
\nIn these coals,
\nVisions from younger days
\nAnd the Australian bush
\nRegenerated after the fire,
\nA bush that thrives
\nAnd lives through and survives
\nIts natural fires. <\/p>\n
Then I remember
\nThe ashes that remain
\nAfter the conflagrations
\nOf man’s making,
\nThat perforate history. <\/p>\n
The fire of man
\nWhether as tool or as weapon
\nToo easily turns against him,
\nAnd too easily can be turned. <\/p>\n
And there is another fire I see,
\nTen thousand thousand trees ablaze,
\nThe cloud rising ever
\nUpward and outward
\nIn its efficiency of destruction.
\nMan’s preparation for
\nHis own extirpation. <\/p>\n
But on this fire man
\nWill remain dependant.
\nOn the fire supplied
\nBy nature.
\nDependant for his
\nLivelihood,
\nAnd his destruction. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Into the glow
I project myself.
Into a fire,
Where, after fire’s burn,
Fires of ten thousand years,
Fires of and through
History itself,
Appear.<\/p>\n
Contemplation takes hold:
Krakatoa alive;
Dresden ablaze;
Rome – dead. <\/p>\n
The crematoriums;
The furnaces of Auschwitz. <\/p>\n
The blaze;
A tool which […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-277","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-social"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":664,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277\/revisions\/664"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}