Cremation
 
Out in the open
facing the future
but ever the battler
of old wars,
 
I'm all of a sudden
back in the past,
past the past,
before the brand
of desire
was on my heart.
 
& now I'm fanning the flames
prodding the fire
with a blunt fork
 
like a devil
guarding the ashes
of my memories
 
I stand waiting on a miracle
waiting on an angel
to come and offer reprieve
 
to help me burn
the shed skin.
 
28/7/98