Week 5- R.A. Matheson

Posted: May 2, 2011 in R.A. Matheson, Week 05

I Light My House on Fire

It is over…

I stare towards my feet as I watch the match drift down to the wood-paneled floor,

wet with kerosene.

I poured it like tears all over this place,

tried to wash away the stain.

I am burning this whole place to the fucking ground.

I smell the smoke of you burning like bodies in an oven at Dachau,

like the frozen remnants in snow drifts.

There is a little place in me

that wants to stop that match in its descent,

but my hatred of you is a too terrible beautiful strain I love to let live.

I am standing like Atlas under the burden of you;

I sterilize the planet,

like a thousand-million Tsar Bombs,

and you are gone.

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