On Fire
9 poems by
Michael Cope
 

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Rain
GHAAP
Scenes & Visions
Some Examples of
       Silence
for the time being
Crossing the Desert
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Song Lyrics
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On Fire



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Grain

Grain needed earth to plant out grass:

whatever grew where it must go,

went. Grain came to pass

with sickle, plough and hoe.

Grain was good: it needed meat

and blood to ensure the surge

from the lightless earth. The wheat

could feel the sharp deaths urge

its growth. The good grain

came like seed from the ground,

poured upward in a rain

of gift and sighing wind.

Then it set store for lean

times, built itself a shack:

a prickly fence to keep the keen

persistent wild from moving back.

Now the fence is everywhere

surrounding the green grain.

Still in the details, there

the wild creeps in again.

The wild is the air that moves,

the weeds, the bowing grass.

With sickle, blade and blood

Grain comes to pass.