Burn Me Down
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burn me down
It was the frayed rope that bound my hands,
behind my back,
that tightened to leave my wrists bleeding,
with the same pulse of the crowds' cheering,
the very same around my ankles,
my back bare to find where my spine met a wooden pole,
the last one that would hold me,
below wood stacked beneath my feet dripping with my blood,
which has always made for good fuel,
my blood,
the first and last thing I ever owned,
the blood that worked for them all through me,
I knew whose grave I had dug that morning,
of last week,
at least it was my own,
twelve feet deep,
they knew six wouldn't hold me.
The match was struck,
the flames hit the faces of the gathered,
who had come to see a piece of themselves turned to ash,
and I lit up like a southern black steeple,
and I screamed out,
but not for forgiveness,
or a sudden repentance I had found in the flames,
I screamed out,
"you can set me ablaze,
but you can never burn me down."
It was the frayed rope that bound my hands,
behind my back,
that tightened to leave my wrists bleeding,
with the same pulse of the crowds' cheering,
the very same around my ankles,
my back bare to find where my spine met a wooden pole,
the last one that would hold me,
below wood stacked beneath my feet dripping with my blood,
which has always made for good fuel,
my blood,
the first and last thing I ever owned,
the blood that worked for them all through me,
I knew whose grave I had dug that morning,
of last week,
at least it was my own,
twelve feet deep,
they knew six wouldn't hold me.
The match was struck,
the flames hit the faces of the gathered,
who had come to see a piece of themselves turned to ash,
and I lit up like a southern black steeple,
and I screamed out,
but not for forgiveness,
or a sudden repentance I had found in the flames,
I screamed out,
"you can set me ablaze,
but you can never burn me down."
