Among them: two compacts, a tube of gloss
the shade of sand, the body. How fire
insists on showing its own destruction,
male in its intention. Show me the wreck,
the body. Among them: three purses full
of photographs, a wrinkled glove, a charred
mother, child. How fire keeps eating its
own tail. Show me the wreck, your film.
Among them: a trapeze rope burnt into two. Not a rope.
Two halves of a rope. Knot the rope. Dear fire
of the ring—Show me how you break her
like communion. Among them: a crucifix,
a rabbit’s foot, a comb untouched by flame. Take your pick.
Take. Show me your taking. Take.
The body. Show me.