I have walked through your burning dreams
and I forgive you, seen
children on fire, trapped beneath
fallen timbers and I know
the smell of burnt flesh and I
forgive you. I have
walked through silent houses seen
unsuspecting sleepers through your
scarlet blooming chrysanthemums and I
forgive you your gasoline-scented fingers
and trains of braided fuse. Tell me how it feels
to be completely an element, to be a force
of nature. Tell me how it feels
to decide a man's death, how you pick the right houses
to loose your fury on.