6 January 2012

Fire, a poem by Kwame Dawes

He is the man with the axe with its white edge.
He was born to a time of fire.
He took a pickaxe and walked to the rail
track and asked for work; and he stood
by the sparks and forging fire, standing
there as if the heat is food, pure food.

Continue there Fire | The American Poetry Review

Kwame Dawes

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