“All are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”
This world is a warehouse where the wise burn their treasures
before they can be stored.
Where ghosts hear the echoes of their own voices
believing they are words of God spoken in tongues
I have lived inside this fire.
After old wounds bleed clean, the scrotum shrivels in winter cold.
Testicles curl like mice in a nest of hair the color of
The leather finger points nowhere.
We believed we could make the world into a heaven.
Now it is another corpse where maggots dance.
And still we give off light, radiant as the moon, that we ourselves can’t see.
I know nothing.
It is this truth and no other that sets me free.
Stripped of shame and of belief, I am naked inside this fire.
Unrepentant, fully human, I fall through incandescent space
until I hit the earth or find that I am