We lit the children on fire. A pint-sized pile to kindle. We fuel 
                    flames with hands that once cradled our babies. Memories melt 
                    away. Smoke brings us closer to our faith. We ignore the cries. 
                    Families have been replaced by commandments. Mothers’ nipples 
                    leak spoiled milk. Fathers suppress their impulse to rescue. Our 
                    eyes water, as if violently gouged by God. We are told to say it’s 
                    solely from the fumes.

Daniel Romo’s work appears or is forthcoming in Gargoyle, The Los Angeles Review, MiPOesias, Yemassee, and elsewhere. His first book of poetry, Romancing Gravity, is forthcoming from Pecan Grove Press. His second book of poetry, When Kerosene’s Involved, is forthcoming from Black Coffee Press. He teaches creative writing, and lives in Long Beach, CA. More of his writing can be found at