Sparks

The daylight starts glowing again
Among indistinct rocks and dirt,
Grey pearls of Nevada’s desert.

Yeh, yeh. It’s almost amazing,
At any given moment, each
And any one of you’s alive,

Given all your lives are lived out
Under continuous fireworks
Every spark of which contains death.

So long as none of those embers
Lands on you, more than grazes you,
Here you are, aware, more fireworks.

Let one brilliantly plumed rainbow
Of fire fall far enough to touch
Your head, and you’re dying or dead.

The daylight starts glowing again,
And it’s time to dodge some more sparks.
You’ve slept well while flames lick the bed.