A strange ignoble fire ignited in me.
Its rage, unchecked, untamed,
burning every good thought to ashes,
ancient columns fall to the ground,
for nothing good escapes such flames.
Arriving at Mr. Moses’s house, I was still smouldering.
His eyes scrutinized me for a sign of life,
but all that was living had died in the fire,
only a ghostly residue remained,
the unfinished business spirit kind.
You found us then. No fun getting up here.
Switchbacks up that mountain take it out of you.
Aaron , a mangy cat, wouldn’t stop meowing.
Crawling under my legs,
the lively feline showed no respect whatsoever
for the dearly departed.
The missus made us some lovely cheese bread.
By the looks of you, you could use some nourishment.
When my cold dead hand brushed against Aaron ’s collar,
his soul purred with a satisfied hymn of approval.
His constant preaching to me finally paid off.
A door opened to a waft of delicious smells.
Silhouetted, Mrs. Moses beckoned us to come.
Channelled by a generous smile, I quietly obeyed.
Amid the embers, a divine smell rose to greet me,
the lavish feast warmly enveloped my senses.
My hope, to my surprise, awakened, untouched by fire.
Mr. Moses blessed and broke the bread,
and a gentle sign of gratitude emanated from my lively Amen.
