white anger

i want to know
if you will stand
with yourself
and me
in the flames
engulfing us,

when sparks fly
off edges
only screaming of
their vulnerability,
and what truly belongs
to you and me,

taking us beyond
the lashing tongues,
to what burns up
to feed the fire,
to that place
in the heart of all things,

where many things are born
without a name,
where many things die,
so something else can live,
in the soft underbelly
of white anger.