at

the coals at my feet

the coals at my feet 
burn less indignantly than 
the fear in my eyes

the root of courage 
is a simple acceptance 
of the job at hand

wise men are masters 
at home with their riches where
the fool lies enslaved

time is what prevents
everything from happening
everywhere at once

resume bullets
may read differently at the
threshold of heaven

at the end of time
as the cosmos unravels
my soul will know yours

nobody at birth 
can do anything well but 
shit his pants and cry

at my happiest
i do not break my back to
strive for happiness

what word would they speak
if i could hear ten thousand
voices all at once

may my final rest 
be neither all that restful 
nor final at all