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by Mary Winters
At last
Thrust right into the furnace
At long last
Consumed like burning sacrifices
All at once
Ablaze to the center
Burned alive by passion
A firestorm was all
that they wanted
Too civilized to tell each other so
To be seared by blood lust until they exploded
'Til nothing could cool them off
Now something has set them free
Taken a blowtorch to their inhibitions
All it took was too many years alive
All it took was too much sickness
All it took was too many deaths
Alll it took was too much sorrow
If that was the price it was worth it
They're melted down now and white hot
This is what they
were waiting for --
a joyful conflagration
This is what they were praying for --
a life-giving inferno
This is what they were hoping for --
a healing delirium
Now they understand
The tide has turned
The truth at last
The ultimate sacrament
It's 100 degrees in the shade
A scorching gift from the gods
They're not asking
any questions
They believe; their faith is strong
Please don't let it stop
(The gods give and the gods take away)
They only give thanks and praise
Every night like blissful animals
Aflame with the ancient knowing
The best revenge is apotheosis by passion
The cauterizing heat of reddest deepest union
New York, NY
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