I.

the dents in the ground
where you spilled
from the fire
cry holy
          still warm
the street
          still warm
the scent
          still warm
you tar
you wolf
you spill
you break
 

II.

holy to glass
holy to swollen cracks
holy to a final God
 

III.

I sit
          for a while
think
until nothing
but the imprint
of your sweet
lingers
          for a while
think
until nothing
          for a while
think
until nothing
          at all