Fire will consume all things &
I become a wolf, then shed:
a naked unimpeachable canine
wild without reason or coat.
I fly between walls remodeled
in ash & bone, my jerky tongue
the only reminder of my flesh
save ragged ligaments
like fragile sentences composed.
Across dead cinemas I vault, o'er
teakwood carriages & children's last
goodbyes. Their eyes are glass now,
eyes of blackened doles. Their eyes
are black now; eyes of hardened wine.
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