divorce

this is matter
of brides
and grooms,

wood perched
in a circle of fire,

with someone
pleading
for mercy.

sometimes
all we have
is all we got,
and sometimes
this is the person standing
to the left of you.

hand in hand,
you listen to
the church bells in the distance,

but come to find out
it's only a lie,
a fog
that has devoured
the last two people
standing,

rendering
a body
into smolder.