Treasure Island

Nadia Figueroa

(February 26,1996)

World of Ashes


We are born.
We start the fire.
Wood or stone
on gas and wire.
Chanting. Chanting.
Higher. Higher.
Gays and fags
into the fire.
Throw them in
for their desire.
Find the harlots.
Find the liars.
Chanting. Chanting.
Higher. Higher.
Burn their eyes,
deep in the fire.
Take the weak,
the little crier.
Screaming. Screaming.
Higher. Higher.
Bloody ashes,
it acquires.
Remember how
to be admired,
to keep from burning
your soul in fire.
Keep on taunting
those required.
Keep rejecting
those desired.
Keep on lighting
gas and wire,
adding flesh
into the fire.
Chanting. Chanting.
Higher. Higher.
Screaming. Screaming.
Higher. Higher.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013
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