Hide me under a burning bush
shove smoldering
branches into my eyes
smote me
for I have sinned.
Place the pot over flames
high enough to boil me slow.
Masticate burning
flesh from bones
until the energy of me
becomes you.
Bastards.
May your hearts burn
forever from the feast.
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Take a ride on the Monday Poetry Train.
2 comments:
That's as selfless a revenge as I can imagine.
Francis--Your comment made me laugh out loud. Thank you! ~Brenda
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