It’s the four second shot,
in a movie about a man
who’s lost himself in the winter,
and passes an alley where
the barrels are lit-
 
His wife cheated on him,
or he’s a rich drunk,
or he’s in a religious flick
and his god’s abandoned
him, but no matter here;
 
This is that four seconds
where the camera centers
the flame, and Alazar stokes it,
which is to say loves it,
which is to say battles the snow
 
until surrendering to the night,
to the focus of the other man,
the actor, who never looked
at the flame, and never saw
what lit his directed path.