By: Jim Bates
Yeah he did
Lit it on fire
And watched the conflagration
Them inside screaming
Heat so hot his swing set melted
They deserved it
The abuse the pain the horror
Sauntering into the night
The air cool
His peace complete
The only sound his heart
Beating with joy
Until up ahead
On the far horizon
A strip of dawning sun
He balked as he awoke
To face a new day
And them again
Their footsteps relentless
Coming for him
He felt under his pillow
Good
His book of matches was still there.
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