Pain in the Temple, Fire in the Pyre

Plucked, crimped, sliced and crumpled
Slivered, chopped, buried and resurrected.
Breathed, shunned, stomped and deserted
Kicked, floored, punched and dispossessed.

I am the knacker horse
The hermit, the cistern dweller
the ostracized, bitter water wailer
the callow headed, the penny beggar
sallow skinned dodger of leather boot kickers.

Oh rains prick and soothe, fast and steady
wash the gutter latrine shadows clinging
Peel away the sweat, the lard, the smoke
The soot, soil, blood and stragglers that suck


Semblance of all finality and blue cyclamens
rushing with overturned granite at heaven's gate
fallow and parched plain seeded, pregnantly green.
Fire away down blessed water, bomb the cesspool clean.

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