In the Flame


If I could a fiercer flame beget
which would make the wet wood wetter yet
and the flame itself more wearying than
the outworn soul of worn-out man,
then I could believe that the fierce flame
had sought our end in the resinous wood
and consumed itself before it became
a sacrament to our singing blood.

If I could a wetter wood beget
which would make the fierce flame fiercer yet
and the wood itself make wetter than
the mortal soul of immortal man,
then I could believe that that wet wood
sacrament had sought before we came
to know that that alone is blood
which saves the resinous wood in flame.