Tonight's Poet Corner: Ablaze

Ablaze
by Belinda Roddie

Look down upon the ashes
from the fires you created,
and wonder: Was your body

made for this personal kind
of arson? Or is your soul just
as thin and wavering as the smoke

that drifts above your head
and lingers in your itching nostrils,
as you smell a corporeal craving
to become, in fact, more corporeal?