December 12, 2019

You have always found it easy 

to burn your boats

gathered kindling 

lit a match

uttered prayers

as if honouring the occasion

masks its essential destruction.


I am a boat burning.

No raising of hands, eyes

no sacred herbs

stops me from being a pyre

pushed out on the water


flare pulsing

in front of your closed eyes.

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