Fireside Exit

Here, she dies:
eyes
dilated,
the smell of fear
is hot copper,
moist grass,

saliva.

Embers
deftly weave
into oblivion;
drunk
on wood and gasoline.

The stars sparkle—
moonlit night
trees hug tight
their branches;

dream-catcher.

No escape from this nightmare.

The flames stretch,
flittering in the dawn
reaching,
unknowing,

Heaven is too far
for Hell’s hands

and the souls forever trapped there.


mG 2009