untamable

Only man could make a mockery of light
hunched over his glowing, glowering screens:
cascades of color
devoid of warmth

Is this the triumph of technology–
a bright collision of un-bodied thoughts:
wingless angels dancing
on the heads of pixels?

Give me, rather, an ancient firelight,
a stretching red sunset or harvest moon
let it consume the cool waves of fluorescence
in hot tongues of searing, searching flame:

untamable