Cinquains: Vigils Aren't His Style
Vigils
aren't his style -
big words, little movement -
I see his point, but he's thinking
protests.
I think
he needs to watch
his neighbors push birthday
candles through Dixie cups, to watch
their hands
catch fire
a hundred times,
a thousand times: the hue
is unlike anything outside
the womb.
Candle:
to hold an egg
before a flame, to see
an embryo or an omelette.
Inch of
candle:
an old form of
excommunication
(when one could repent in the hour
it burned).
Vigil:
cells reassert
themselves. We remember
the body and we prefer it
intact.
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