Fuel

I looked
For you
And found
Nothing
But strange
Objects
That proved
You’d been
And gone,

Hair,
Glass,
Seaweed,
Cotton.

Better men
Than I
Collected all,
Using them
As fuel
For a ritual,

Making
Notes of
Various
Sounds,
Sparks
And smells,

Dancing
Amidst
The flames
As they
Blazed.

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