Pilot Light
The crematory cast
burns a bit too clean
yet the projections
blighted crimson
as though projected
on peeling limewash,
a shame filtered recall
of flickering cave lights
where all that is accepted
is blackout
With charges set
behind your back
you look forward
to procedural echoes
in twanging bungee cords
designed to whiplash
in case you decide
to break
the speed limit
of history
(Rejected on January 2019)