Fire Poem by Eugene Ethelbert Miller

Fire



i am ten years old
and share a room with my brother.
at seventeen he dreams of becoming
a priest or monk. i am too young
to know the difference. in our room
the small bureau is an altar covered
with white cloth. two large candles
stand on each end. my fear of fire
begins in this room.

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