Fuel

I squatted by the road

With a Jerry can lid open

Under the makeshift faucet

Dripping glacial tears slow

Today happens to be warm

Hopes raising for some fuel

That could move me forth

A month, a day, an hour...

My squat numbs my blood

Grim overtakes infants too here

Up there at the caps, silent tears

Shed down the length of the peak

The warmth melting storehouses

I feel sly and conniving inside for

I made that fire ball to melt tall peaks

What do I care for those exhaustions

My jerrycan with fuel filling up to brim

Is my only concern even with numbing

Of veins or lulling of my icey blue heart

All is fair in war , all is fair in love I chant.