Ash Candle

Poem

Image through Mavink (edited and upscaled)

Dead poet

splinters hurt, but can’t elicit a response
close to changing nature at high-up lands
coloured indifferent from the rocks
tatted the same texture on skin
emits a red glow—faint to ignore in daylight
so bright for lonely hikers on empty nights
glows like coal beneath flames
glows like an ash candle
tangible and material

    they
    framed it in a box
    injected acrylic
    made it stay
    lit the ashes with white light
    though in a death whose
    agony is purer than
    of a mother who lost her child.

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