hemimastigotes in love

Ten translations.

calling to us through the flames
shadows charred
still to tell apart though all things turn to smoke

a month that should be mild went scorching
carousel of ash
ice of the moment scorching

cell of ash
beach fire with its coruscating flames
bare trees with blight charred
these walls proof against light but not against smoke

promises written in smoke
& one brief glint of compassion flames
out where desire will never cease its scorching

table built of ash
by time charred
where i write & leave entropic ash

turbulence, winds of smash, the thrown clouds scorching
first we are bent, numbed, then charred
alarms smoke

glaciers ringed with flames
we will leave this planet charred
with our yearning, our blind will to smoke

& commuting mobs crawl through a rain of ash,
watch electric flames
bless Scorching