Arson Probe

The burnt-out body they found
that burned in a house
has lost its gender.         
The pathologist works through
the forgetting ash.
His job is to jar
the tooth of dust
with work, and house,
and signature.
But this person’s
more naked
than a mole rat.
In the soot and char
the blaze has ended.
Each black knob poked
like a brass angel.

Kevin Cahill

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