singed pink buds from a flame
jetting out of a blast furnace whose
door you’d never seen.
From swaying in a park
waving at people on trains
glowing faces up at the newfound sun
To blind concrete walls
and cauterized mitral valves
anything to stanch the flow
preventing foreseen but not felt wounds
at the cost of inflicting real anguish
running souls across coals
a useless trick
of thermophysics.