From a wicker man, a wicker poem.

Through the mire
a funeral pyre
a journey of
poetic thoughts
that crackles and burns.
While the smoke rises
from a stanza that
formed the heap
on the fire
the verses are
selected one by one
sentenced to death.
Where once was
opportunity,
only the memory
of a poem’s shadow
remains to comfort
the mind that
gave the word
to let go.