(another explosion, another scream – outside)
ah, yes: smoke day. nice constellation
(s, plural, i assume) (i don’t really care),
and a horn-led soundtrack, i hear
(the percussion’s inconsistent, if you ask me).
i’m unfamiliar with the rituals.
something about fresh dragon’s blood (?),
drown in it, let it consume you from the inside,
hallelujah amen god bless (which one…)
i’m not religious, no – it’s okay, relax:
i’m already on my way to the pyre.
burn me good, good people. make it slow:
tears sizzling, muscle melting, skin crisping up.
give my carcass to your little gods and feast upon
me, lowly critter, truthful in my faithlessness,
but oh that’s a greater sin, ofcourseofcourse…
it makes perfect sense. (it’s 1 a.m.)