Kindling for the Master

In shocking white
Too light for light
More like heaven
Angel food rot
Came from the earth
Inside the earth
Jag of hurt time
Head revolving
Kindling for the master
I was shot for meat
Left alone with a crow
Got into watercolors and you never saw me again
But I plan to return
And with verbs I’ll attack
I’ll trip, I’ll maim, I’ll leave you with no skin on your back
Kindling for the master
Everybody’s got a heart to sink
I’m the leech who can preach
They call me sinister Joe
I got the sweltering heat
Of summer Ohio
If I’m little erratic
You must give me some space
To let me spin it and out and
Up and through your face
You must learn, or you will burn