Death of a Fire

A Poem

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My grandpa in a hospital bed
bones and skin and little else
but I remember him
when I was seven, and I asked him
what God looked like
because I thought God would have looked
a little bit like him
just bigger, and maybe mixed with
a little bit of Aladdin’s Genie:
all-powerful, kind, granter of wishes
He told me if God looked like anything
He would look like fire
an inferno so bright and powerful
you wouldn’t be able to look…