Spontaneous Human Combustion

 It’s time I wrote a poem about

spontaneous human combustion 

because spontaneous human combustion 

waits for no one.

Having been spontaneously combusting 

for all of my life, burning the candle at

one end, it was spontaneous because I

didn’t really think about it…I just went

ahead and acted, plumbed, taught, all

spontaneous human combustion of

inspiration, compassion, until now,

in the burned out ashes of the final days.