and stares long into the embers of the fire in a crucible
like a pale blue light flickers at the edge of time
ash crumbling shatters with a faint hiss
a conspirator whispering in the dark
the vultures of time thwarted for now circling
like a clock times the days of men and smoke rises in an epiphany
then is gone
even Venus falls from the sky as if never attached to the firmament
finally he grasps the nettle of his fate
that the only thing a man must do in this life is to die
the eyes of that man he has vanquished
do not even look back in anger
and there is no libation to any God
Flynnpoetry 