When the hot white cloud
in my chest opens
like a bloody umbrella
spreading excessive warmth
beneath my left breast
I wonder, “Will this be
the last flaming
mushroom rising?”
This dull cap of expanding
warmth surprises me
With it’s intensity. Is it
alerting me to some personal
internal bomb? Or spreading
spores of the last
flaming mushroom rising?
Is this island of a body calling
back waves from that day
before my birth
broadcasted eternally
received in our bones?
Wonderful dying flash
fluttering last light
turning all to ash as
blood cloud umbrella closes
over a charred city
folding surprised citizens
into burnt creases.
5-26-05
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