ashes

i burn my home down
and i sit and watch
as it goes up in flames

i sit and watch
till it turns
to ashes

i burn my home down
the flaming torch
to my cold, blue, winter games

a handful of ash
i pocket
some
i smear on my forehead

for years
for a lifetime
my home
housed me

and
now

in my pocket
and rubbed into
the lines on my forehead
i carry it around

i am
sullied
and baptized
i am
homeless
and without walls

i am
my home
i
burnt down