COLD FIRE
Music and lyrics by Roger Coghill
I didn’t want to write this poem down.
I didn’t want to spread this song around.
Fire, to my mind, is a comfy warming glow,
On winter nights, when all outside is snow.
But this new fire, in the angry world we’ve made,
Is cold, and kills, and makes mankind afraid.
They say this fire has started far away
And
lighted up the sky as bright as day.
Its smoke will last for twenty thousand years,
And slowly permeate the world with tears.
What foolishness to challenge nature so,
Or hope not reap the harvest that we sow.
The ancient tribes were much more wise than we.
There’s none so blind as those who will not see.
When Spring returns from winter, I’ll have died.
And Spring will be a mourner at my side.
Weeping her rainy tears upon my frame,
And be my only friend as my end came.
But Spring will die from this cold fire as well.
No flowers bloom, no leaves can grow in hell.
Nothing returns once that cold fire’s aglow.
No one remains to say I told you so.