out country, a modified 55-gallon open head drum
is good as a crematoria for burning clean & efficient—
make sure to pick a spot downwind, without the secretive boughs
& branches of trees draping down. double check for combustibles.
remember you are combustible, so stand back when you feed the flame.
it’s unnecessary for you to dig up the sod beneath the barrel.
like you’ve done with your body. trowel out
the living green & fill it in with sand instead. where nothing grows,
nothing burns. when assembling your burn barrel,
you’ll need air holes for meager breathing. while it’s true—
you could just use a drill—you might as well use a handgun
& practice protecting yourself.
shoot out the bottom of the drum for rainwater to run through.
shoot out the sides to let the fire suck in air.
like deciding to uncross your knees, take care not to drill too many holes,
lest your barrel fail, or rust out too quickly. if you follow these steps
you can set it up on cinder blocks like your Daddy’s jacked-up Ford,
create an airflow & drainage ditch below. learn what can be burned.
build cleaner fires with less smoke. refashion yourself
into something clean & less—become a grate, a burn cover, become hardware cloth & trap hot cinders in
your mouth. limit the risk of combustion. just swallow everything down.
stay dry—you’ll burn easier. risk less rust.
your momma tells you, Learn what can be burned, & teaches you
how to spell your name. she knocks you into the dirt
when you take it to your Daddy & ask him, What can I burn in a barrel?
your home. your family. produce. trash. the efficiency of all your fires
begins in the kitchen—compost all the living squeamish bits, everything
not quite dead yet. fill your mouth with food scraps & yard trimmings—when worms spill over your lips, let
that be a learning lesson.
wait for a calm day. a windless day.
wait out the fire bans. remember what
a 55-gallon open head modified drum is good for. burn clean & efficient,
downwind of where your parents sleep.
fill yourself with sand.
poke holes in your story.
paint over the rust.
become, yourself, a crematoria.
leave nothing but hot ash in your wake.
What would you burn in a barrel? Tell us in the comments.
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Just remarkable is all I can say to this poem.
Stunning poem! I definitely have a few memories I’d like to burn…
breathtaking!