ONE MILLION BURNING
Light a candle for
the Wild Lily Institute and
be part of the new
towards candles and full spectrum bulbs over fluorescent lighting in one million burning.
One Million Burning Poem
In unity we are inseparable,
indissoluble, indivisible: the cream baby’s breath,
whispering a prayer for the devout.
The meter of tones and semitones,
iron and clay,
strong and regimented paired with healing.
A wreath of balsam, berries sequential,
and nature bows its burnished head
with bureaucratic respect
to institute some deeper sacrifice
than dark and the beauty of oil—then death.
I rise again.
I am a candle.
I am one million burning
before the year is through—burning in the windows,
lit because this country will not be ruled
Light a candle in the Old World
by the wailing wall,
shield it from the wind.
So they lit candles
in beeswax, soy, and paraffin.
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