The Fire Fetched Down

When they knew what he had given them,   
This florid colossus with the sunrise in his eyes   
And skin the color of perfectly ripened fruit,   
Understood what he had done in the name of freedom,   
Of self-esteem, their first thought was to give it back,   
Who had been happy in their miserable condition,   
Had been content each hour to kill or cringe,   
Pleased to end their days in the detached mercy   
Of stupent sense, the sweet shock that flesh is air to;   
When they saw what he intended, this monstrous   
Avatar wrapped in conceits of agony, of honor,   
Their every instinct (before such brute reflex   
Was blunted by the dull weight of the abstract)   
Was to spurn the bounty, slay the bearer, to destroy   
The visiting light, its unwanted complication.   
After all, his differences had not been theirs,   
His absurd dispute with the divine, his squabble   
About a sacred ox and some celestial secret;
His ambition for their state was nothing they could grasp,   
And they wished only to be as they had been, dying   
To extinguish the rooted mazy rays that floated   
Like gleaming locks on his titanic head, to blot out   
The subtle moonbeams that shone so as he smiled. . . .   
But the fire he brought was beautiful, a jewel   
Of countless facets, a spectrum infinitely broad,   
An aetherial motion they never tired of looking on;   
The flame was gorgeous, and they were human,   
And they took that gift, reaching to accept   
The ember of ideas, the conflagration of tongues,   
And then his name was their name (Forethought,   
Premonition, how the word had frightened them!),   
And his pain became theirs, too,
Chained in the rational abyss and torn
Time and again by cruel and busy claws, raked   
By the razor bill of what they could conclude.

Copyright Credit: George Bradley, “The Fire Fetched Down” from The Fire Fetched Down. Copyright © 1996 by George Bradley. Reprinted with the permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved. 
Source: The Fire Fetched Down (Alfred A. Knopf, 1996)