Such a brief story
from your parabolic birth
to your smoky death.
No desert or sea
can barricade your passage:
you travel as light.
People fight to take
you in their hands, hold you high -
flickering applause.
Once militants sought
to reinvent history:
a strong, fiery tale.
Who stole you first, torch?
The athletes? The worthy great?
Administrators?
You live to perform:
you pyre the air for peace, hope
and competition.
I smell a false plan,
branded flare, logoed lantern.
Blaze free from that chain!
Sear the sky, the skin
of politicians; blister
the palms that cup you -
captive! Coruscate!
Reach up your tongues to the Sun
... unreachable home.
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