partaking

o, how I long
to partake

of all the embers
spinning free

from wisp
to driftless whisper

spent.

what god entrusts
a listless body

bottled
in a beastly realm

dragged before a
pious panel

paid to spare
its spiteful judge;

what i swore
before

was left
to remnants

on the ruinous floor

the flames arose

and all that i could do

was watch
the exit’s glow