the fire that burns you burns me

the fire that burns you, burns me.
  the flame that licks your bone
and kisses the tongues of youth
  consumes the father and the son.

the bone that ashes went
  dry as the desert dust,
spins the windy flesh
  and splits the nailed cross.

our cock that crows gesthemane,
  under the fragile moon,
chokes on notes of silences
  in sepulchres of wombs.

drowned in a sea of litany,   
  we hung him by a rosary,
and wrung our voice of blasphemy
  on the cold cruel april ground.

the fire that burns you, burns me,
  buries the pyrie flesh,
and holds the son his father knew,
  with lazarus in his tomb.

surfnrg 4/07