DFW, goodnight

You reached into the chaos
of the fire; its arrogant laughter
didn't hear you coming.
It eviscerated you, as you took
careful note of its process.
The meanings of its whisper, made
when it was begging you to wipe its slate clean.

A new start always 

possible.
Your courage which told our excuses 

to fuck off,
in the kindest, most humane way you could.

M. Lucia