Friday, 21 November 2008

Life of a Candle

Count the carbons
fifteen, twenty, twenty-five
yes, linked, bound, binding
together into a cold set.

until fire
lights me,

Burning coldly
casting our amber light
into rooms.

But what of it?
who counts the candle
save a monastery
pressing prayers into his hands

extinguishing and lighting again.

day after day.

when I’m burned out
spilling my liquid
useless short wick,

then I’m waste
just that collection
of carbon refuge.

Collection: 'Natural Law'

Dave Barber
Albuquerque, New Mexico
United States

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