Carrying the garbage out at midnight
Small candles are we
small votive offerings against the implacable night
and, if we are alone,
our flame illuminates nothing
but that which is death
for this world, and the things in it,
is made of death
and it waits for us
as we burn
with infinite patience
but, where we’ve come together,
we storm against the shadows
and in our burning
give our small light
for love
and how we burn
and what we give
against the night
is all
we are.
gallagher
24 september 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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