mantaraye

out of burned fingertips and broken thumbs,

my heart swells and then explodes.

out of telephone poles that sway:

the first winds of an oncoming tornado.

we come out of broken mirrors that slice bare feet;

we are blood on the asphalt, filling the cracks in the sidewalk,

Bright and Beautiful in the evening light.

out of streetlights that dim, then burn out, popping:

Electrical wires spark. we are fireworks

playing over your skin: our voice is like a match:

it incinerates the hair, eyes, throat of those past-

igniting rooms filled with history- burn it down! it is over now.