NO BLAME

The fire started all: life, love, death and the extra package of palpable nerve- twitching teeth biting before all come to a handful of ash Fire transient fire burning burned burnt when you look about trying to find a safe dwelling for the invisible soul What is it? You ask, refusing to rot among corpse Let the ignorant be happy, I say Let the fire burn in the tormented heart if that’s what makes the pain real Once it’s out you are nothing more than a carcass wrapped in shinny fur with a weightless soul hanging in mid air ---LTG