The Known World

Sometimes the city is on fire

Nothing personal

Let it burn a little longer

Such an appetite

The People will go up when it is over

When they come up, the weather will be fine, or not

Maybe it will rain, fire

I wanted for nothing

I wanted too much

I sold you for nothing

The gift of your touch

When I am tired of writing letters to you

I close my eyes and stare at the sun

There, that pointless feeling

I crossed all the oceans

And traveled the ground

To learn that you left me

And burned what we found