And She Still Doesn't Know My Name

The whole world is on fire
in the dry scrub above the golden gate
in the president's puff
on his face

such a heat there was
to alter carbon's path
command the waters, be parted
a concrete dam
ready, set
race(ism)

passage of the chariots along
the great canal
seal the pharaohs fate
our first tutor was a burning bush
burn the eyes of any
man who looks

ten lessons learned too late
twelve crooks
the holy heat of change
and of Pangea's flames.

TA