Fuel of Flames

Look at the flames rise from
Wildly arranged stacks of flaking
Kenneling dancing madly
in upward circles
around the heathen canvas
of night sky
that I created, with
both of my hands soaked
in kerosene
and suppressed life.

Watch the embers fly and then
Disappear
into what some call death,
because we only see the dying Gone
but never where it went-

I will not go where your embers die.
I will not neglect to see
the rational distance from heaven
and the tops of burning trees.


-cayce jeanes

(p.s.-the spacing is different in the original..it wouldnt let me add more space between words on blogspot )