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Saturday, 7 November 2020

X. Fire by Mark O’Connor

The oldest human fossil;
my castles those the Stone Age saw.
I am man’s comforter, tiger-fence,
and my own master. Burning the past
I give cold sand, clean ash.

I am wisdom’s father, technology’s
mother, the first safe nest on ground;
heraclitean flux made visible; round me
familiar grunts first made a family’s meaning.

I burn with hot indifference, follow
who feeds me best. And my best servants
died before speech was baked in clay.

From: https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/o-connor-mark/poems/x-fire-0331033

Date: 1990

By: Mark O’Connor (1945- )