Ablaze

Cocky, he thinks he can kill giants with his slingshot.
He tamps powder deep into bombs, spews hate 
as his evening prayer, tells himself 
those who aren't like him are evil, laughs 
when the world mourns.

This terrorist...this upcoming star
of Dante's Ninth Circle;
his feet are already ablaze.



Pris Campbell
2005


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