The night was cloaked by an oceanic inferno
pounding gently as a bombshell in war:
demise has come rapping at the door.
Structures of old falling by the flow
of wood cracking and frying under the tidal-glow
arising from the sweet-moonlight’s Red shore
Nothing or Nobody can stow away this no more:
Our fires are the reaping of what you’ve sowed.
Let Our fire consume; let it burn
brightly within our hearts and our minds –
Screaming as a crack of thunder would.
Our fire, a desire for change to turn
pieces of beaten coal: our lives –
into diamonds all across the world
About the Writer: Carlos Campos Jr (they/them) is a Chicanx poet. They were born and live in Texas but their home is in Monterrey, and they are involved in organizing for a less terrible world. They are a founding member of the Houston DSA Arts Collective and are always happy to talk people’s ears off about the importance of Cultural Organizing. Interested in Latin America’s (and especially Chile’s) importance of poetry, they are dedicated in doing their part of building a mass appeal to poetry and the arts. Their work can now be found in the Houston Review of Books, where they debuted. One can find Carlos on Twitter as @CompaPoeta, and on Instagram as @UnoriginalSmack. They’re always open to messages, particularly for conversations on poetry and the radical power it has, but they’re not opposed to discussing anything else. Carlos is very interested in collaboration work, ranging from poets to artists to musicians and so on, particularly to break unnecessary divides which contemporary institutional art education brought.