Flammable

I suppose I would find out soon enough

Whether the cans were leaking.



I read the label all the time,

It’s become something of a pastime.



There’s something beautiful

In how it would happen, so sudden.



Under the sun and so sudden,

The explosion, the stupidity.



Pity my eyes would go blind,

the light would be so dreadful bright.



Pity I couldn’t see the light,

the colors of it, the look on my face.



And the space around me, pity

I would be unable to warm myself by that fire.



To see how far the ring around the calamity

Goes: that is what I would want to do.



To see the blackest ring, the scorched ash-grass

Under this brightest sky: I would want to do that.



To be there for it, no matter how disastrous,

The crazy chromatics, the composition: my greatest wish.