Burn and Burn

I still don’t understand.

Is your secret sleight of hand?

Let’s see.

Go, burn

and I will sear the leaves

and you will sear the roots

and I will watch from afar 

and you will bathe in the soot

When all’s truth-charred

Or with no regard

Then I’ll leave the ashes to sleep in the sun.

But, you

You are not yet done.

Nothing is complete

Until you raise your leg to crush the ashes

And they kiss your feet.