Jake's Flea Market

want to be the sun

fire of god and divine light

your passion a burning
and a burning your thought
a burning your bones

your flesh radiant
and shining out

race across the polish frontier
to go down   to go snuffed
out in the flax fields of lausitz
before the land workers return
to their villages

they know the night’s a farm
a fire’s burned through like a war

in the soot black dark
everything’s soot