the burning house blue
from fire not yet set,
and a man made of lonely,
cold snow adrift akimbo legs
shot down by this
hard rain life.
my vinegar mind
traced flames abandon,
no mouse remembers
the him who set no trap,
the dog running at full moon
never looking back.
no cries for the mystery of
a man robbed
even after death
as hushed embers burn to ash,
as souls recluse from
fears made of fire.
