Poem: Smoke trials
The sacrificial flame burns high The licks of orange and red flicker White marble, red flames mix, blend, liquify What he has done is unadvised- (Treasenous perhaps) But Cale watches- Hypnotized, Hopeful. If the offerings burned in the holy flames of the altar can reach Olympus itself- Can they reach someone else? What about Cale’s mother? Could his letters reach her in Elysium? He hopes so, -so…