The Burned Boy

I travel mainly by night

I move faster that way

No staring eyes

No comments about the burnt flesh and scars

The night takes pity on me

Pulls me in and hugs me close

Safety and warmth

I work best at night

I move with a relative ease

Slipping in and out of the shadows

The night burns for me

So tonight I move again

More work to be done

The night is my orchestra

And I it’s conductor

Singing the song

Dancing the dance

Tonight we shall laugh

Clap and jump with glee

I’ll show the world my greatest work

My masterpiece

Laid in place with nothing more

Than a rag, gasoline and a match

© Dicky J Loweman 2014


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