You already have all that
the books say you want:

a long time ago, it was fire-
charred things, time wasted

in ritual. Then it became more practical
to sacrifice symbols for scale

– a question of metaphors, paper
houses turned to ash and coins

for every thought of sin, a surrender
of what we can only promise –

so we brought our dreams
to burn and sent you the souls

we weren’t even sure we had. What more
can I offer, what else can I

lay at your feet that
you cannot take from me?

church candles (mikeyhramiak)