Poem – Pure :

100 horses dancing through the fire
Of a purification ceremony
And I wonder if there is such a thing for a fragile man.
The heat and pain would be nothing to me
Smiling as the flames eat into my thankful skin
And I’m like Brando with a Spanish tan.
Except the horses feel pain
And this is just a spectator sport for the flashmob idiocy.
I feel nothing,
Tik Toking my suicide to 13 viewers in Japan
And one like
From a Spanish girl smelling equine flesh on a Sunday night.

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