I am hidden away in an open space
of envy, pain and spite
and I contribute to this madness.
Madness that makes me hard
and cold as boulders –
i sit hot and heating but never melting.
Frozen in a season of windless nights
and unknown fires
maiming, destroying and killing
carried by the still air
This gale moves and all around is fear;
of a child taken before she understands
and every mother feels the burning
yet the brutality continues
Then the rain comes like hail.
And it carries the stink into the pipelines
tasting sweet and savory;
looking like sugar but no one notices.
Slowly the temple decays,
and it shuts down
with a sigh of relief.