We are not for these fires
love them as we do to a crumble
and our limbs and fisted organs
are still what we're left with
In the whole earth we tie ourselves up here
and cry martyr burned in them
but such fires are to be warmed by
not staked to
Such fires are to come back to
to signal marco on our polo ways
not to lean into while the world
drains from our eyes forever
a black char
we no longer turn to for life
We love them but these fires
they are not our bodies
june 5, 12
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