I saw us play the tangerine
With candle lights and gasoline.
We contemplate a harmful game
It’s like a show, this dance of flame.
Let’s not pretend we’ve not been warned
Before our hearts were all but torn.
It’s time we crush that to the ground
For better things are to be found.
We’ve found it easy to forget
So I’m afraid we are in debt.
Pain is the school in which we learn
Lies are the fire with which we burn.
(Inspiratie: Delmore Schwartz, “Calmly We Walk Through This April’s Day” from Selected Poems (1938-1958): Summer Knowledge.)
