i lit myself on fire
for want of a reason not to
without ceremony, swept the ashes
into an old, empty coffee can
on a bit of masking tape
with a felt marker of navy blue
ungraciously catalogued it
abruptly labeling it: “man”
unsure of where to put the thing
i looked around, all about
since it’s nothing that i’d wanted
or would have ever paid for
for lack of a place to put it
there is nowhere, i’ve no doubt
to donate or dispose of it
tossed it into junk drawer
years from now, i suppose
it could just as well be never
i or someone else, unlucky
may stumble onto it again
i doubt it should prove useful
in the future, or really, ever
since there’s a plentiful supply
of the ashes of better men
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