Candle Findings

the embers fall
forming spectral

cocoons of blacker
dusts disclosing a

stupendous blip of
a difference barring

the thoughtless moths
blanketing their bods

in shiny curiosity, and
those that barely taste

this sleepwalk of glowing:
we record no writhing in

surprise as a pious clergy of
tongues wed them to agony

only the soft hiss of flames
skittering after each other

in fading reds granting a
final churlish indulgence

for these beings of kindling