thursday, december 18

the ashes of this year are still
drifting down to settle on nearby
rooftops and windowsills
these last few weeks and days
twist and curl on the coals
that thin column of our hours
trickles skyward, lost before
it can reach the ramshackle dwelling
of whatever god still accounts
the sweetness of this sacrifice

tags: topics/poem

p1k3 / 2008 / 12 / 18