12/22/2009

Ash and Blood and Roses

We want to believe. We are
forced to believe when burned
by fire. The body, a human torch,
the soul, gasoline, the flame
is God. And how we learn to pray
when captured in the enemy's grasp,
the war before the war, the beasts
of chase, our head between their jaws.
Even God can smell the ash and smoke
and blood instead of roses.

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