Unwarmed

by flammeusgladius

Unwarmed

 

 

The fire god, roasting virgins on a spit,
Refused to warm our innards as we passed.
The conflagration raged, already lit.
The fire god, roasting virgins on a spit,
Turned to us as we shivered, took a hit
Of heavy smoke, and told us: “Vanish. Fast.”
The fire god, roasting virgins on a spit,
Refused to warm our innards as we passed.

 

 

–Tom Riley