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Kin to Fire

Michael Channing

the stench of entrails follows me
the soot of burning bones
in the fabric of my robe
i’ve grown accustomed to the screams
hatred naked in the eyes
of children fleeing down the road
i feel a kinship to the moon
shadows spill
and ink a new tattoo

i could wash away the stains
dye the cloth a different shade
but the problem you see
even if i change my cloak it’s still
on me

every cleric knows my face
spit my name sign the cross
set a shelf for me in hell
am i the victim or to blame
i was born in this skin
never been someone else
i feel a kinship to the flame
i never burn
i reclaim

i could scrub away the stains
dye the cloth another shade
but the problem you see
even if i rend my cloak it’s still
on me

Kin to Fire

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Self-Righteous Self-Righteous by Michael Channing

September 25, 2020