Slip and fall through the cracks So meticulously tearing the face of your deity. Does your timid mind shrink away As you light a fire For warmth, for light, for truth? It does not. It leans forward. As the flames rise, so do you grow. Out of your mouth the words come clearer. Your philosophy, your religion, Your raison d’etre All form into a terrible being Resting firmly on your brow. In the face of the eulogy Given your youth You acknowledge and bow to its purpose. Fire ends the darkness. The ashes form a talisman Hardened so as not to be forgotten. It is smooth as onyx. You tie it around your neck.