Arson Probe The burnt-out body they found that burned in a house has lost its gender.          The pathologist works through the forgetting ash. His job is to jar the tooth of dust with work, and house, and signature. But this person’s more naked than a mole rat. In the soot and char the blaze has ended. Each black knob poked tings like a brass angel. Kevin Cahill If you have any comments on this poem, Kevin Cahill would like to hear from you.