Burnt to a Crisp Barbeque
My last few steps
in the dry stink of the desert
vultures gathering
and landing on a ridge of sand
I eye them with a crooked smile
and fall for the last time
laughing with my cigarette lighter
I set myself on fire.
in the dry stink of the desert
vultures gathering
and landing on a ridge of sand
I eye them with a crooked smile
and fall for the last time
laughing with my cigarette lighter
I set myself on fire.
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