Arson

Omnipotence
reveals itself
in shadow.

Anything
could be there.
Is there.

I want to diminish
what power I’ve lent to it,
so I light a fire.

Losing nearly everything
to the flame —
wondering, now,

who or what that was
in the dark; where
it has gone; why

I can’t see myself
in the darkened, savaged mirror
I save from the ruins. 

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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