Catalyst

I am catalyst born
born to start fires
to put out lesser
fires—I’m a slash pine
slashing through the fog
a spear touching the lips
of the moon, smiling
laughing, knowing
that we don’t—meteors
flailing, to pieces
dashing—that’s me up there
destroying the fabric
with manic felinity
I am catalyst born
born to start fires
given unto existence
to silently scream
across the galaxy
to light the way for
lesser stars—no fire
is wild—no lion
is tame—I was born
to be beaker shattered
spilling on the floor
melting through the concrete
as peace concedes to war