Revelation
Tim Mullinax and I
were setting army men on fire,
lobbing safety matches
at a whole platoon
waist-deep in kerosene,
when the purple flames
leapt up his arm
and around his throat
and coiled in his hair
where, looking up,
I saw things clearly
for the first time in my life:
the perfect sky
still perfect as he burned.
Found In Volume 37, No. 03
Read Issue
