this one burst in and declared in pride –
“i am came to set fire to your life”

“yeah well you’re too fucking late,
i burned the whole damn place down long ago”

“so what’re you still doing here then –
you in your grace, you in your glory?”

“you want this flesh and these bones do you?
you want this suit of torn forgiveness i can’t get rid of?
FINE! SHOW ME YOUR INFERNO THAT I MIGHT STEP IN BASTARD!”

“hey man i was just poking you
like the dead body i thought you were;
i’m not in for killing what ain’t already gone…
where’s the fun in that?”

“No – see that’s not how it works you shit,
i want the flames i was promised…that’s your debt
and i’m tinder here to collect in the hot, dry wind”

“i make it a policy never to kill the crazy;
i’m outta here – keep your madness to yourself”

“no wait! come back – these tears are gasoline!
i’ll give you my Zippo as inheritance…all you gotta do is…
GET BACK HERE COWARD!!”

But he was gone and i was left alone…
they’re all afraid of a little conflagration;
never the balls to finish the job i started..