As soon as I wake up, I think
of his body
cold and stoney, plastic-wrapped,
naked and raw in a freezer
until tomorrow
when they heave him into the kiln
and roast my brother.
They said it will take four hours--after all
he’s a hulk--until heat will rise from him again,
and he will glow--and that moment
when he gives off the light
of a fourth of July sparkler,
that moment he spits out his last bursts
before fading dark--that moment
will be the highlight
of my day.
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