40 feet high and
lashed a cross arm
to it and set the
cross in the ground,
its arms stretching above the town. we soaked burlap bags
in kerosene and wrapped the bags around the wood.
at the foot of the
cross i smashed
a railroad torch.
the fire took off
so fast. a divine
sight, neighbor,
the flames spread
from the base to the
top. in a matter of
minutes the cross arm
pulsed with fire. the
flames leaping,
seeking heaven,
neighbor, the white
crucifix scoring
the night
blazed perfect.
perfect.