I lit another candle today.
I’ve lit so many candles it’s a wonder the world is not burning;
that they do not look down from the
International Space Station and wonder
“What forest is burning down there?”
I’ve lit so many candles that I wonder
if astronauts look down
and fear the end of the world is coming.
Then I laugh, a cold a bitter laugh
when I realize that the world is burning.
And instead of crying out in lamentation
“out, out brief candle”
the voices of the world rise in unison shouting
“More wood! More wood!”
while I light another candle.