The Bellows

It's burning all the time Through tenements and hillsides, blowing Heirlooms on the wall Hurtle down the hallway headlong To my heart A piano plays the part Over and over It won't stop But from the pit of loss Returned to us Part of who we were Who are we now? From the fighters to the sea Far away, but something follows me As I go from the ring to the wild I call out at the top of my lungs And in the bellows, I can hear my soul Through the bellows, I have seen all On the pyre Consumed by fire