figs:

Would you help them steal the night sky?

Bring a hush to the wind between trees.

I saw a monster in the flesh,

just like any other I’d seen before.

She offered me figs,

ripe and juicy.

I watched them bleed onto silver.

Like pearls before swine,

I cast them into the ash.

I could make an offering,

any flame was an altar to me.

We already stripped ourselves.

Why not consecrate our sin in cinder?