Already
the Land
sun`scorched
awaits a spark
a careless match
lightning strike
cigarette butt
a careless
firework
Even so
the People
grown brittle
with conflicts
in their politics
kindle in piles
at their limits
to explode
at a word
Gradually
the World
heats toward
the flash`point
of conflagration
A rock in hand
Cain waits for
Abel to turn
his back
While at Eden’s gate the Angel
with a flaming`sword watches