:: Renaissance By Fire ::
by PJ Kempen 

Labor for an uncertain cause
Hands made raw

Somber, I inhale
Rejoicing in the smoke
of the burning works of the fathers

We must burn it all
And leave nothing that was

Ritual sacrifice of the obsolete
to the new gods
Reason
Self

Start again amid the fallen ashes
and the ancient stones
Survivors of fires scrutiny

Charred and tired
Those silent truths that will not burn
Face them to the new North of understanding

We will build it all again
In our own flawed image
To fall or stand as it will
Only to say that it was ours.

To hell with your words.
We will find our own truth.