CHEVAL Á BASCULE EN FEU

she keeps
the room
just as it was

as if
Death had
never entered it

still
turns
the eiderdown down

still
straightens
sheet

still
plumbs
pillows

brings breakfast
every morning
just like before

but there is
no before
anymore

even
the future
has vanished

one day
it hurts her
this haunting

the room has become
a shrine and
she its priestess

so she decides
to burn
the past

the wind
turns the pages
as the books flame

dolls
melt
in the witch hunt

a rocking
horse
is on fire

"Go now!"
she commands
"These are only things!"

she hides
her daughter
in her heart

where
nothing
can touch her

the fire
reflected
in her tears