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Ben
Poems
Sep 21
Apologies, it will happen again
The fire has run its course
And the pioneers are rushing to fill up the void
Where the ashes are still growing cold.
I havenβt forgotten the smoke
Or the pain or the loss or the terrible cost
Of the wretched pale finger I hold.
In time there will grow things anew
More fodder for fire, for nothing can stay
Undisturbed, in this world that I built.
I will pick at the cracks once again
I will cut off my limbs and bathe in gasoline
Just to stop this terrible guilt.
With god as my witness I lie
Pretend to be dead and rot in my bed
Be the nothing I ought to have been,
And over again, the spark
Will catch to the timber. And there I will linger
In the background, with a matchbox, unseen.
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Ben
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