Famous Flame

There is no strut but yours–

   no way upon a stage

     can more transfix.

A scream from whose soul outpours

   primal lust and rage;

     and no more potent mix.


Gone in but a flash,

   into the mere thinness of air,

     a lifetime of hard fought fame.

A ceremony of ash,

   burnt in offered prayer,

     consumed to blue in famous flame.



December 25, 2006

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