A Coal Fire In Winter

Something old and tyrannical burning there, (Not like a wood fire which is only The end of summer, or a life) But something of darkness, heat From the time before there was fire And I have come here To warn that blackness into forms of light, To set free a captive prince From the sunken kingdom of the father coal. A warming company of the cold-blooded- These carbon serpents of bituminous gardens, These inflammable tunnels of dead song from the black pit, This sparkling end of the great beasts, these blazing Stone flowers diamond fire incandescent fruit. And out of all that death, now, At midnight, my love and I are riding Down the old high roads of inexhaustible light.