Magician

Magician.

To you I owe all that burned and left no smoke.

I owe you:

Every excavation, painful gouging of the earth,

I owe all the cliffs, the shadows,

And the burning of the hearth.

I owe pine forests for the burning,

And sand and sea and dirt

The wonder of the soil, the forgetfulness of hurt.

 

To you I owe you the fortress,

As it crumbled to the sea,

And I dropped my pick and hammer

To see what was left of me.

I owe  a supernova,

As it clamored in my ears

And all was dark and wonder
'fore the dawn of days and years.