fireweed fetch the harp hung on rope bound to goat in poet’s throat summoning will from listless hill where time is naught but time to kill this midnight sun falling like snow faintly aglow rising like smoke on tears he stoke from lies she spoke to invoke chance doomed to circumstance determined by greed that need the seed to shed its pelt indolently felt as scalpel scrape hunger for death hedged in heart trembling like leaf in autumn turn saturn's light burn with taunt of thorn to rose blistering between dark of dusk and dark of dawn denali national park alaska 21 july 2006