Why the Cold~by Paul F. Lenzi

 

 

Why the Cold

 

inhospitable tropics
melt the good blood
into watery wine
wilting spirit that
sweltering victim of
obstinate suns
heat unhinges men
limbs fall from torsos
in puddles of
purposeless flesh
where ideas find
no provident purchase
the mind wants for
briskly chilled chambers
where building and
tending a careful laid
firewood brazier
will introduce warmth
with distinction
that radiates rather
than absorbing
definitions of self
a most personal shape
filling spaces that
all the world ever and
always will recognize
take to its memory
name it uniquely
appreciate all its
thoughts gelid with
rational lucid assertions
cool climate conducive
to reason instead
of deformative
uncontrolled
free-burn of
fire-pit passions