I set myself on fire,
crackling skull, made out of the wood with which
they carved the faces of old gods.
Their tears, my oil.
My ember eyes,
sparks in my breath seek your heart
Oh dear friend,
I beg you for only one thing 'today'.
Bury my ashes far from the river,
far from the riches, in the belly of desert,
where they sowed salt
for I will stand there and spread my arms
and hold the nests of sweet singing birds
and whisper through the breeze,
while they carve their faith out of my heart
to keep their dreams warm 'tomorrow'