Poem – “Houses of Fire”

Houses of Fire

The banquet is long-curdled ashes
The skeletons have long since shed their skin
Houses are fire never meant to comfort
The noose that was hung up never burns
The taste of flame waits patiently for a decision
I know will be impossible to make
Melded-open eyes follow my footsteps
All the way to the mausoleum

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