Open ended

Proper copper petals, metalled kettles, cool.

Those distinguished sports with medals won, and who'll
with pride return, their mettle proved, have played their part.
A cauldron flame extinguished but the whole world's
heart-flame living on, a flower of light perpetual, a joy
inextinguishable, wide open power-blossoms we employ
to spike all guns, damp down the greedy fires and fears of war,
for Gaia's heart is peaceful to her core,
and we her children must live evermore
in peace; forgive, and share, and love, and sing
our song of light. This only the Olympics bring?

Our links, late forged between Olympian rings
remind us. Now rewind the time. Ages before the starter's gun,
before Promethean flame passed on, before Sol's sun
from gasses formed, so we — forever — were and will be One.

© David Canning August 2012