Matt Chylak
03/28/10, 10:29 PM
woodfire
burnt brush cleared away in your backyard, lay
down your crook-cut logs like stoic soldiers, standing
one-by-one against the black, hourly rounds drawn long out.
your own branches stir weary lampposts along,
haphazard white lights insectually grown and lost in a blink.
once more. once more. once more. then, gone.
NOW!
roar, flame. quake the dirty saplings and
old newspaper clippings wilting in your savage power.
beseech your botanist for further fuel
even as his entire world shrivels in sight of your delight.
carry on. carry on. carry on. at least until
naught but flickering light, not quite candle-like.
ember, fade into will-o-wisp and blind steamscent. open
your hearth to the final caresses of the wood,
and whisper dying dreams into empty, buzzing space.
burnt brush cleared away in your backyard, lay
down your crook-cut logs like stoic soldiers, standing
one-by-one against the black, hourly rounds drawn long out.
your own branches stir weary lampposts along,
haphazard white lights insectually grown and lost in a blink.
once more. once more. once more. then, gone.
NOW!
roar, flame. quake the dirty saplings and
old newspaper clippings wilting in your savage power.
beseech your botanist for further fuel
even as his entire world shrivels in sight of your delight.
carry on. carry on. carry on. at least until
naught but flickering light, not quite candle-like.
ember, fade into will-o-wisp and blind steamscent. open
your hearth to the final caresses of the wood,
and whisper dying dreams into empty, buzzing space.