1-8-92 Fire

Johannesburg,South Africa

I’m burning
-with the fever of the masses
-with the sins of others
-with the knowledge of the present and the anger of the past

I’m the spark that jumped from the hearth
From stirred coals who can’t be ashes soon enough

I’m screaming
-inside my fragile skull
-with every silent step
-at myself instead of at the truth,besides it’s not my turn

I’m the breath that blew the spark back
Behind the line of death this time

I’m not crying
-in front of you
-I’m a full sponge battered
-I’m imploding and afraid of what’s to come

I’m the fire that shines so bright
And I’d burn this fucking house down if I didn’t have a heart.