Fire Song Poem by Patrick Dennis

I sing at the death of poetry and song's silence;
at the flattening-out of the seas,
and the pure light of the gathered-in colours;
at the blank of the dimming sun
and the lacklustre of the moon.
I sing to the meaning of no-meaning
and the life of no-life.

I sing the literal science of the risen Christ and new poetry;
of waves beyond waves of the blood's pulse;
of the spring and the sift of the pure light
of the hidden-behind sun and the new moon.
I sing with skip of light feet
to this side and that among the desert flowers.

I sing a new song
gently arising from the abyss of silence
through the caverns and chords and tongue
of one new-fired for song.