The Fiery Pyres You Build So High

 Sifting through the ashes

Of all you have sacrificed

The aftermath of

The fiery pyres you build so high

To curry favour above and or

Below

To impress the neighbours you make these so grand?

Out of obligation or desire?

Expectation of a return on investment equal?

What is it you seek?

It is hard to discern

But gods don't listen mostly

In my experience

Neither those above in heaven

Nor below in hell

Your pyres of fires consume

Evidence also

Of all your crimes and deeds

Of all you wish discarded

Voodoo dolls decorate your living space too

They're crammed in all over the place

In every nook and cranny

Do these also fulfill your need?

So many pins in so many

Crude form creations

Enemies too you have to match

But what ever happened to those friends though?

The ones you said you had though?

I never seen 'em

And no dolls nor ashes

Represent them

And no visitors knock at your door

At least when I'm around

Maybe if you made dolls for them as well

But kind well meaning ones

These friends would provide you more attention

These friends you say you possess

But all I see is you alone

Sitting in front of your burning pyres

Tending offerings or removing proofs

At least they warm you in the night

These fires you burn so high

By: Daniel Smallegange, 2024, all rights reserved.