Fire and Snow

Jesus it’s everywhere inside him

that final fire that has been lit

eating his organs in a blaze

licking at his marrow, his veins

his heart the ultimate torch

to that hungry feeding burn;

and she calls me crying

and confused and wishing

for something to happen,

anything, she intones

as a miracle

holy water to put out the flame;

It’s not going to happen, child

miracles don’t happen for

people like us, or like him

no

the truth is we’re all on fire,

until we’re snow