We stoke the world
From our safe shadowy snares
Bloated with calm
In comfort and ease

Its peril is our hearth
Crackling so distant
To the tune of our verses
Our keyboards, enlivened with hate

And all we earn
Is an aimless glow
A fast-moving  blaze
We’ll never fully contain

We stoke the world
Dumbfounded and dead
Awestruck
By each heaven-bound blush