we sacrifice another life to absurdity like ants crying out to god to deliver us from the birds, the vultures that circle low in the dust toiling in obscurity, we pray to angels, forms we can only name without rhyme or reason among the forest fires a flicker in a billion flames The bonfire ate the martyrs, the tribes, all queer, aglow circled manic, with hellraiser laughter the drums of our inferno The bonfire hungered, bloodthirst cried out, whirlwind made to flesh and flame The voice it spoke from the pyre, hatred without doubt. judgement hesitated, ere UR the sword swung, and missed the first flame fell a cold stone from heaven without shame No more the water would rise again to flood upon the whole The tiny ember became the bonfire the voice within the whirlwind the might of the inferno. It raged with invincibly fury No man or tempest could ever dare to know. In the bonfire of st crucible Down below.