He doused his head, his limbs,
his Czech face, and
ignited the wet body,
synthetic bloc-fabrics
melting and cooking
with the meat
of his angry torso,
emitting acrid fumes,
stinging the nostrils, the throats
of the planet—
the sad smoke
causing the tearing of
a million eyes, a
tearing of a million meters
of inorganic fibers
on it way into the sky,
the choking remains
of the boy
traveling upward into the
heavens, outward into space,
searching for a new home,
a new ground on which
to rest its mean, its free,
its weary particles.