Fire Inside His Will

                 Fire Inside His Will

His eyes have Titan clouds inside them, clouds

(Prometheus in color) long before

He met the beak.  His pupils have white shrouds

Like cataracts to hide from him the war

Between all gods and men.  This means his hope

Lacks clarity of diamonds, yet he moves

With muscles striving as his vision scopes

The obstacles.  His scanning sweep approves

His striding ever forward in despite

Of disappointments stinking like the fumes

That wound the lungs in trenches.  Chlorine bite

Predicts the deaths for others and their tombs.

  He presses forward like the man who will

    Not think that stumbles cause success to spill.

Phillip Whidden