Firewood Helsinki and Varanasi. Here for the sauna, there For the cremations. The same firewood, Split and stacked. Someone cut them Down for this purpose, Bucked the logs up, Let the pieces season Through the seasons For different reasons. The living sweating. The dead getting Incinerated into ash. Here, the living cold Plunge into the ocean. There, the dead are Spread on the river. When you see wood Stacked liked this, You know you aren’t Far from fire. If you don’t see it, You aren’t far From fire either.