Fire Fox Pt.3 Poem by James Meaney

The Fox that burned
So steadily in the night
The Fox that crept
So suddenly into my life

A Fire Fox
That inflamed my forest
And engulfed my thoughts
This Fox of memories And stories -
Now at the bottom of my heart -
It Rots

Still it burns
And pulls out my strings
Strums the notes
In which I love it -
It seems

I'd wish it to dropp
Right from the bottom and through
Trembling too my stomach
So I could throw up, whats left of you.

But the Fox is always there
Like a candle wicker -
Burning down and reigniting
When ever I see her.