controlled burn

burn

left me out

a hound ungroomed

with one nigh moon

i was consumed

i howled to it

oh

i was loud

in drinking rooms

and dim saloons

when i found you

i found you wounded

but you wore your heart like a lady

and i lit your smokes like a man

burn. gathered 'round

when eyes adjusted

in fire we trusted

tending to a bed of kindle

i stoked it on and on

when dry wind roused

our hearts unready

it painted red with orange hands

and a brush more hot than what we want

all around we just danced

so drunk upon the lawn

and you danced the steps of a lady

and i tried to lead like a man

the bells only ring in emergency

there's hazard in heat to discern

in a controlled burn. when we were found

our molars made

the sorry case

where goes our boy?"