poem for Jay Nebel, superhero

Requiem for the Fire King

There is a fire in my head and a fire in my yard.

Fire has dominated my year and the National League

for at least as long as fire has competed with pine tar.

Fire is the poem of the next century. That's right, fire,

I'm talking to you. I have a fire in my bombast

and a gutbomb in the gut from all the firewater

I wasn't supposed to drink

When I was fired I drank too much. The burn

helped cool the burn. The fire newt

is long and tall like Jay the Fire King. God

take a bow; you made a fiery concoction of a man

all flamish and rakish and of a fire-like dispostion.

Grab all the flames you can and stuff them

into a calfskin. Sling it over your shoulder

and carry your offering to the altar. There.

On Fire Mountain.