Light the Candles

Light the candles and pour the wine and
Love the candies and patterned chime and
Live the cozy and postured crime of
Lamenting corruption proctored in rhyme.

Scrape the mud off of dirty shoes and
Steal the muster from doubted clues and
Strip the mask off a dreary muse that
Smiles at meat that dogs refuse.

Dawn the dagger and spare the bud and
Doubt the danger and spill the blood and
Dig the ditches that spur the flood which
Drenches the dealers and spoils their mud.

Forget the fragrance the old flowers showed and
Fein the fulfillment that the forefathers owed and
Fight the fires of the fragmented mode that
Forge on flakily through the fretted bestowed.

If the crack of the words is muted and
If the castes of the world are routed and
If the course of the wake is well-suited then
In the cure of the war we are saluted.