Pyro-
daughter to the scathed

flames:
birds
diving without
wings
screaming of
every sistah
forgotten
baby sun

enchanted lanterns peeking 
underneath a wool cloak
    voyeur,
watching cancers gather
in alleys at breaktime
to inhale my fire's ghost

would cry of winter
   soothe, a dry eye
burns with spirits
of last summer's 
forest blazes
dry wind carrying
dusty remains
of my favorite
cedar.

mothers
 sisters
   baby's breath
ashed in his
sadistic summer
but i hear
the fire laughing
   grinning
and he crosses 
burning coals
scorching his dead ends
and called it
brave
   -He.
started witch hunts
   vacant cries:
when his burns cooled
under the faucet sink
girls were laughing
with the fire
in the fire

laughing

05-09-97
(in progress)

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