Gasoline

Gasoline, in you we cuffed Prometheus,
Had him juiced, filtered and fermented,
The finest vintage of pourable arson,
Knocking us over with a lead bouquet,

Gasoline! Sturdy molecule, you have
Many uses: poured on pond or stream, death
To insects and their young; in a jar,
Perfect for cleaning old bicycle chains.

Gasoline, every time someone in Africa
Is dipped in you and leaps into flame,
I must be frank: I care for you less.
Thankfully, the feeling is transient.

Gasoline, I see you are in contango.
The future, however, is full of events.
It takes two to dance on the dollar;
All covenants are closed by a bullet.

Gasoline? Are you listening? No,
Burning like acid wire in our arteries.
Burn, gasoline. The day you hiss and go out
Is the month we murder each other for months.

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