Child, remember that you in your lifetime…

after Luke 16:19-31

Listen.
Do you hear that sound of crackling:
The flame, like a whip, snapping at soul,
bound to a spit of regret,
all richness has been burned off –

Why will this fire not consume my mind:
Thoughts as an endless fuel –
I spin in anguish.

Pleas. Pleas. Pleas.

What horror:
My life was the rehearsal
of this tragedy put forth –
How I used to feast,
now a feast for demons.
Would that a cool drop of liquid love touch me,
I might be freed to reach a dream of my brother’s –

No, they have forgotten how to dream
as visions pass unseen.