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I Am Fire

I am fire, I stalk you and wait to burn your fat,
I am the  pyre that delights to ignite your passing hat, 
I am fire that brassy whore that sucks you dry with flames
you cannot quench

I am fire, the mongrel of the days and bastard of the night,
who lick's your secrets with the torturer's tongue ignites.

I am fire, who so rips your thirst to quench and leaves your 
mossy bank and dew unfit for leaf or mordant hue, so such
a sigh as this, can drench and leave the cracked pot with open
black-soot teeth...  a zebra's  mouth...black and white

I am fire, my necklace, burning tyre with petrol, dances on the 
victim's  screams, my delight to be this God, no quarter no release!

and while I taunt you with these fiery lips of death...
remember too I cook your stew and heat the stones of sweet 
relief, and with my song, oil your aching back to heal and rest,

but all the while I lay down my pain and smoke to wait, the
falling match the careless brand that spark of quick ignition

I am fire, the grand inquisitor, the knave, the happy mistress
feeding terse sedition, the chance friend who craves your recognition:

I am fire.

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