Inspired by Neruda
I have caught foreign waters in my net
Seeped into the fibers
Is a place I’ve never been
You ask me what burns when there is nothing left
And all I know
Is that the flames are waiting
The boy will never know that hundreds and hundreds
Of pounds of particles
Float between him and the boy he loves
Our bones are really made of icy steel
Bending us this way and that
Like dolls for a girl with bows in her hair
This world is only a universe
In a grain of sand
Yet we stick, we stick like mud
The lighthouse can only see
What it already knows is there
Yet it turns, it keeps on turning
You ask me what burns when there is nothing left
And all I can say
Is that the embers are still red.
