Paul Fattaruso
from Village Carved from an Elephant's Tusk





A disused barn catches

fire in the night. Now

the farmer is watching.


The fire is white like a dream

of fire, an approximate dream.


The farmer has an instinct

that fire, all fire, issues from within—

it leaks out. It is a leak.


Little flecks of it break loose,

then they’ve vanished.


More white fire leaks from the barn.

The danceplay of the flames

is an unrepeatable oath.