I have a bodily dream
one that in me sparks
a twin flame on two
pillar candles named
Unknown & Uncertainty
tall soldiers straight
waiting
burning
until
I am wiping away their
hot tears as if delaying
their shudder &
slouch into
waxy
viscera.
with time their bodies dissolve,
black carbon flakes in
puddles & are
gone to nubs
their shared duty dark,
I won’t be burned for
leaning too close
nor read by candlelight
when moon is
fresh and dozing
nor have small hope
in orange glow.
