Fire of night burns bright

Fire of night burns low

Songs, poems and tales of might

Tomorrow, today, and so long ago

 

And the killers give out Christmas Gifts

Los ninos are in awe

They never thought to see Santa Claus

With a bandalera on

And some place inside that still can feel within

Feels all it can, or more…

Or all that it dares for now

 

Fire of night burns bright

Fire of night burns low

 

One day when the child is a man

The green lights beam may fall

On the head of once child, now man

Or nearly so, close enough

For the final call

 

And business demands

What is yours is mine

Or you are in the way

Or whatever there may be

It is up to me

Your time is through

The gift given to you

Is part of the bloody recall

 

Fire of night burns bright

Fire of night burns low

Is death just the ashes

As the flames burn down

As the embers last spark goes out?

 

Fire of night burns bright

Fire of night burns low

Death on the gurney

As the drug burns along

Courses through hand then heart

Then mind

Winks out like it never was

 

Nothing here at all

No memory, no past,

Not even time but

 

So far I’ve re-awoken every time.*

Fire of night burns bright

Fire of night burns low

Songs, poems and tales of might

Tomorrow, today, and so long ago

 

Some background on poem

*Anesthesia, or terminal anesthesia. What difference except duration?

And this is a real question I prefer the reader to answer personally.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edgardo

Author: Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.

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