Zippo Psalm

A flicker in the heart of dark,

A soft spark in a world turned stark,

The weight of indifference wraps the streets,

But in this palm, the flame repeats.

In pockets sewn with invisible seams,

A thief steals fire from God’s ashtray dreams.

Fingers dance on metal, hoping, lit,

Twixt frozen algorithms where we all sit.

Breath crystallized in bank vaults grey,

Echoes of laughter, swept away.

Eyes like expired parking meters,

Counting down seconds, counting our features.

Oh, let the lighter sing its hymn,

A pocket-sized revolt, we’ll never dim.

Against the chill, against the scorn,

A flame in hand where love is born.

Mechanical marionettes on threads of apathy,

Staring blankly, unable to see.

We drag our shadows through frozen skies,

A hunger for warmth behind dull eyes.

Breath crystallized in bank vaults grey,

Echoes of laughter, swept away.

Eyes like expired parking meters,

Counting down seconds, counting our features.

Oh, let the lighter sing its hymn,

A pocket-sized revolt, we’ll never dim.

Against the chill, against the scorn,

A flame in hand where love is born.