Bonfire

In the end when it comes, charring the shadow’s edge, may I keep by a bonfire in the company of friends.  Leave to the darkness our dispossessed homes, and with them too, the unsound premises of our dreams.  No more notches on the wall, we grow to this.  Let the stories unopened remain untold as we empty the shelves of every last provision.  We are now freed of our need for convenience, as the diet gives rise to the famine. And in the world leftover, a porch light flickers a portent, a faultless faucet leaks on. Elsewhere, our modest fire, this primitive light we started with and the humanity that went so far gone.