Save The Matches

The fires we start with our grudges and ambitions, our intrigues and political aims, are hotter, by far...than match heads.

We save a body here, a forest there, and then...kill the whole world. If we say, we love...then why do we hate?

How can we be both...but we are, capable of anything. So, let it be love we choose, for light, like dark...can be gotten out of hand, and all be lost...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: matches, google pic