I can tell you what it's like to burn to death
but you won't believe me
a wall of flame rises between us
I see the whole lot of you staring up at me now
the light rippling your faces
the spectacle addresses the spectators:
more afraid of failing than of fire
but afraid of fire
bowels in convulsion
children edging closer for the warmth
and your fear leading you nowhere
didn't mean to leave you like this
eaten by pain
while I escape
deep in the blessed dark
and not alone.

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