i.no water in the linethere is no water in the linethere is no water in the linefor bodies on the land
there is no water in the linethere is no water in the linethere is no water in the linejust bodies on the land
there are bodies on the landthere are bodies on the land
come and drink the watercome and drink the watercome and drink the waterdoes it burndoes it burn
come and drink the watercome and drink the watercome and drink the waterdoes it burndoes it burn
ii.I have things to burn     this body     already alight     these words     ashenand weightless     and offering themselves like dancers to darkened skythis quickening clock     this tightened yolk     this ship     that will not portand will not port     these borders     and the walls that would enforce themthis frozen tongue     these slow feet     this stage     this pen    this quiet voiceI will make a fuel of themBetter than bitchumen     better than petrolBetter than elephant tusk     or drug lustI filled myself with false fire onceonly blinking before I was emptied againI have put acres of rainforest up my own noseBurned money on clothes     I did not wearCharred myself     throat-to-belly     with firewater that would notextinguish a match and I have been thirsty     ignorant     naive but notinnocent     complicit and complacent     I have beenand seen time wastedThere are no renewable resourcesNot water     not shorelines     not a hundred little boys in wetred sweaters     not tradition     not treatynot native tongue     or trust     or thirstiii.Everything can burnI learn thiswatching water ignite from kitchen faucet.I learn thiswatching a man     once mountain     reduced to carbonEverything can burnand all of us turn either to ashor to dustIf fire is either lust or lovethen I want to stop dousing myself in gasolineas a cheap party trickThere are reasons to burnand we have plentyLet me make of my words a firea purposea front linea servicea choiran enginethe matchesand the urn