Not nails but the hammer,
Having been there before and
vanished,
Is the house.
As bones consumed by fire
Become the fire.
As a boy is a god since his face
Is the face of a trickster,
And a puppet is neither himself nor another.
Since voice is an echo
Already too late.
Not bones but the voice that says
Be thou bone
Is the flint.
That the voice is the voice of a god
And vanished through doors.
As nails are consumed by a hammer
And a puppet who burns a house
Becomes the flint and then the fire.
As an echo,
Having been there before,
Is consumed.
That a voice saying Be thou bone
Is not a door,
As the face of a boy
Is neither himself nor another.
Since a god,
Having been there before,
Is already too late.
Since the house is a trickster’s house
And the bones are yours.
