Waiting for the War

The sun kicks in
The wind kicks in
And the same things

As the book says
Come back just bent
Well out of shape

The birds kick in
Singing like mad
For sun and wind

While a lizard
Flies over stones
To catch the heat

But the idea
You thought you thought
You had coming

Hasn’t kicked in
And you need it
Or you can’t think

What to put down
On the pile next
To top the pyre