The water looks like wax
and my eyes and ears
fill with wax
and my kitchen fills with wax
and my bed and pillows,
and I watch wax pour
in through the windows
as the waves freeze
because of the wax
and I glance up at
the giant white candles
in the sky and scream,
‘Wait! Wait!’
but they don’t hear me
and wax falls into
my mouth and down
my throat as the
candles melt and
I try to cut away
at the wax with
a screwdriver I find
but there’s too much,
and white birds are black birds
the wind mute
and full of wax
as we try to melt it
all of us together
I see the fires
popping up
in all the windows
and for a short while
it seems like
the fucking sky candles
will not be our end
but it is a very
short while
and soon we are
all overwhelmed
and we cry wax
tears because
we know this instinct
we lost long ago.
