Streamers

I caught this morning, mourning, sight

of you who flew into sky

you thought your own

and caught the sun down

to the marrow bones, tender embers

scorched there, sputter-guttered there—

let your blackened, blown feathers

fan our rage, outrage us, and now, here,

engage, oh, engage

our careworn careless care—

flame on, flame on you seared ones,

dear ones, you,

take us by the heart, make us see

the light