Let there be ignitions and kindling.
Let us have supermarket birthday candles,
a cigarette glow, phosphorescent flares,
a handgun’s muzzle.
Let the world wrench free. Bring on
the cock-crow of atoms colliding,
arrows tipped
with burning magnesium.
Let there be cruise missiles
and burnished metal engines.
Let there be stars and cooking fires,
chandeliers and gilded walls.
When the heart quickens,
let there be dawn
over the blind trees
and the diamond sky.