Suicide Candle

Hands weathered silhouetted haiku gently fold the bread
A poet ambushed in the wall
"The sky found a horizon, the sun found a voice,
her soul found my poetry and I found my love,"
A poet whittled in the wall
The autumn became cool where dragonflies slept
And silence found a home where loneliness and I met
The poet stood as no-smiles where the four corners wept
Her hip like a hill and the air as a blanket -
Mother and daughter found the stars to be dreams
And the poet camouflaged with words
Covered the earth in unceasing night
Where all may tempt their secrets to life
Melting from the wall
Dripping toward a naked moist center
The cries became roars under gasoline rain
And all of it burned burned as poet's pain
A poet gripped the wall
Where all of it burned
As a candle hell-bent on suicide.