Don't Play With MatchesA gospel choir of burn victimsDon't Play With Matches by emberlily
Sweating and screaming
Sway and clap their skeletal palms
As the flaming preacher
Winks a bare socket
And leads with a crooked hand:
PRAISE BE TO MOTHER!
WHO HERDED US AWAY FROM CORRUPTION!
WHO WARNED US OF THE EVILS IN THIS WORLD
AND SHOWED US THE LIGHT!
(but did not strike match)
WE ARE SINNERS, MOM
(we struck the match)
WE HAVE BEEN PUNISHED FOR OUR SINS
BUT YOU HAVE FORGIVEN US
(you nursed our wounds)
PRAISE BE! PRAISE BE TO YOU MOM!
WE SHALL NEVER STRAY FROM YOU AGAIN!
Had I heard
the shivering soprano,
Sing hauntingly the verse for naughty children,
Had I seen them there on stage and clapped along
I would have sworn off the flammable
And the flame
And smothered my mother with gratitude.
Dont play with matches, she said.
But fire is so tempting.
I was shocked
When my world burned down.
I had always thought the greatest punishment
Was the weight of her tense sadness.
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