The Purge

This fire in me
Wants to burn
Raging free
Like faith
from chaos
And love
from cold

It needs to
Burn like forest
Burn like sky
Burn like heaven
Atop my pyre
Of dried fir needles
Affixed tinder and twigs
My incense soaked desires
Purified by sage and smoke
Offered to Astraea
Burn like my dreams
And their taunting demons
That constantly bark
At my angels and hide
My one and only match

I want a good purge
The old fashioned kind
Like books versus witches
Like when I used
to throw away
all my satanic
cassettes and CD’s
After a compelling
Church forced sermon
Or when I took peyote
and threw up for hours
Before becoming fully aware
Or finding my soulmate
After getting dumped
Or when I was baptized
And emerged from the water,
From the arms of the holy man
Or when I was abandoned
Lost, passed out, alone
But found God in the roam

I want to burn it all
The filth. The scum.
The self absorbed.
The haughty. The vain.
The evil. The sin.
I want to walk
through the fire
barefoot and naked
Consume thy bones
of this body faded
Vomited by coyotes
And finally be made
Into something holy