This Baptism With Fire... Poem by Miss Unknown Empty

The shouts shrink to a tense
silence.Trembling tongues
of fire turn to ashes.
The invisible blood burning
in our faces-we huddle
bitterly at bay in this hovel-cops
clutching their stiff
rifles-eager to kill.
This Baptism with fire, people,
is our redemption-our kindled candle.
Our dreams have long ago drowned
in the guts of the sea.
We leap blindly at dragons-our bloody bones
bolting through the skin's edge.
This Baptism with fire!