Mat Gould

chiminea

the thin sticks are burning
they'll burn into a bigger fire
one that I can keep well into the caverns recede
one that boils blood and purifies steel
a fire that leaves the days compromise complete

the thin sticks are burning
they'll burn into a bigger fire
hands held over
faces given light...
ash is thought
there within is what matters

the thin sticks are burning
burning into a bigger fire
one that I will keep stone surrounding
one that will leave the night full of warning,
one that will keep coals inspired until the pale dawn enlightens-



Mat Gould is an upshot, he resides up a gravel road on the other side of the mountain in Western North Carolina U.S.A. He is currently whittling poems into a sharp point.



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