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Ivory Combust

Robert Starkey

Villanelle

 

Ivory Combust

 

She dwindles in Ivory’s blazing crust

And burrows beneath its aged paling skin

Dwelling within the core she yearns for lust

 

Burning with the lashing desire of must

She craves to the bones attaching within

Mechanical device matched her combust

 

Peeling the scorched away she owes due thrust

The ghosts of the meadows scorching near thin

And steal her away in midst wild heaped gust

 

She gave in completely and then her trust

One would call up the feelings of chagrin

Rather she knows in her heart it’s all unjust

 

Inching her way out of Ivory’s crust

She crystallizes jades over her skin

In the bright of the most divine combust

 

From flames to wind she falls victim to rust

Upon the end she built up to begin

Another gust and sing away her dust

And find her way in the ashes of lust