Cold Bricks, Hot Lava

My new friend, William Carlos Williams,

Worries about line mechanics

And, secretly, lifeless art

Indicating he has been absorbed

By the canon

Which he defied, then later defined

Lava does not worry

About what shape to take

It flows as it will

And can be dangerous

Burning those who touch it

Lava creates as it destroys

Burning what was

But creating new stones

New islands

Life from chaos

If you build from brick

Cool, lifeless brick

You can have a fine building 

Respected by architects

But still housing cool, lifeless things

Protecting those who can afford it

And threatening no one

Until it collapses.

(7/29/19)