Colyne Stewart, October AS XXXVII (2003)
The devil made me do it.
The heat will keep me drier.
The devil made me do it.
Dry hay ablaze is now lit,
My house of straw on fire,
My tongue in vexation bit.
Voice of angels from the pit
Assail me in the pyre,
Call me fool in a myre
As I in this wallow sit.
The voice it is a liar.
The torch sputters in my mit,
The heat will keep me drier.
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