The coals glow candy apple red
Sparkling with a feisty inner fire
A carpet as if finally unfurled
Waiting for a resurrection
He stands at the smoky margin
His feet, scabbed and blistered
From those multitudinous trials
Seeking partial salvation
They join this dancing cacophony
On the edge of something beautiful
As the man ahead moves jaguar quick
Silent like a thief in church
The frequent flickering founders
Replaced by unparalleled keening
Of ginger-footed supplicants
Wishing for a consecration
Ice cold water douses the coals
Steam rising into the heavens
As he watches the others sitting near
Cursing their wanton feet
And hoping for forgiveness.
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