Funeral Pyre Song

I have the wings of a moth
The body of a snake and a tourniquet of cloth
Cutting off the current flowing down my spinal wire

I have the wings of a hawk
A body broken on the pavement, drawn around with chalk
There’s skid marks on the driveway and blood on the tires

I hope you stay up at night
And remember what you did to me
Down your back a frisson of fright
Hold the ocean-glass to your eyes and see

The fire that rages in your wiring
I held a match to your veins and lit the tar in your blood
The fire that eats your dying shriveled soul
This is what you get for never letting me grow old

Mother, father, sister, brother
Keep watch at my grave
Your vigil helps calm me
Calms the eternal flame

I know that I’m trickling out into the snow
And getting absorbed into the earth
But don’t mourn when I fade away
I’ll die one last time
But this time will be quiet
The eternal flame will be passed on
To a weeping woman
Weeping, for her child is gone

I knew this day would come
The day your cathedral came crashing down before your eyes
You’re empty, devoid of love
Choking on the ashes of what used to be a heart
I will swallow you whole
With the fire inside my soul
It doesn’t hurt to die...