Intensity Lost And Found Poem by RIC BASTASA
Intensity Lost And Found
a click of a knob
a gasul oven opens
your hand does it
air filled with acetylene gas
there is no flint
to create a fire
you arrive at the scene
with a look a flicker
of a glance and you
blink, my goodness
you have just caused
a conflagration
a house burning
in a short while
below your feet
charred, this being,
this body, all the bones
turning into
ashes
no, they do not want to be reborn.
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