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92 Why the Phoebe Wept When I set myself on fire The neighbors come to watch me burn. Smoke obscures the sky. Lyrics Like meteors scorch the streets and lawns. What images can escape do. Birds, My lifetime companions, fly Out of the flames, lift on burned wings And circle, seeing it written from there . . . Small mice in the basement pop. The little dog inhales smoke and sleeps. The furnishings are nothing. They sizzle And I laugh when they do. Friends are worried but consoled By the heat coming out of their clothes . . . In the red coals, one word, Unconsidered. Alive. I pick it up. Breathe on it Until I start to burn. ...

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