名人诗歌|The Match

The burner and the blackout crave^{1 you： pilot}

of heat， purveyor^{2 of the innocent}

candle and cigarette， light we tamed

then fed to the night. Cupped， inviolate^3，

a winter moth^{4， a prayer we never sent}

away， you live in seconds what we name

a life， a sudden cleansing^{5. You Prometheus}

come as toothpick， the false fire lent

to our fingertips， lightbulb of the lame⁶

idea： may your phosphorus forgive us，

old flame.