they wanted to set you on fire 
and call you a sun
and build a shrine to your name
     to praise your warmth and your light and your strength

but love,
you refused to burn
 
so instead they encased you in ice
buried you ten feet deep in snow until you forgot what warm felt like
made a moon of your skin
           and stars of your teeth
           and ice comets of your eyes
 
and now
they look up at the night sky
and they talk about the one who died to light it up
and they call you guardian, protector, sentinel
 
and they forget
that they are the ones
who froze you
in the first place

and they still made a hero of your tragedy ( j.p. )