Sunday, January 24, 2016

Ordinary


When it pools at the flame's root
wax is most itself - yielding topmost
aglow; bee walls to new creation.

As hexagonal honey poured
from the primary ward, is the light astride
cord soot giving, open and ovoid.

When the smoking crown by breath is bared
with a rim fang and fetal wick, entrails
spilled and stiff, it will go for eons

uneaten by decay, unburning, simple wax;
highest of nature we burn to stub before
the tomb-springing life from rolled, stone door.

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