FRONTIERS

DISPATCHES

I heard them
dispensing
their fire sermons.
Just
some
weak words
they had
given up their days
for.
I had no business
there.
But I had
been there,
done that:
I pilloried
their brazen
tacks
and.....

the earth's
baptism by fire
was staring at them.

It made heathens
of us all-
"civilization"
was another asterisk
on their torn maps
they had put
behind
the lavatories.