The Fuel I Have Been

They are burning the cornfields now. In the mellow dust,

In the leaf-mold moon when the pumpkins go to town,

They are burning the cornfields up, and the wind-warped smoke

Trails mountain-blue in the fields and the stubborn brown.

Hills go quietly dark. Now the singing is done

In the harvesters’ throats. As the dense grass catches fire,

I think of the fuel I have been to a fiercer flame —

In the darkness I shrink and yet with an old desire . . .

From “Now the Singing is Done” from All the Night Wings Photo Credit: Niclas Rhein | Flickr


Originally published at Loren Eiseley Ideas.