I owe no excuse to anybody
this pile of dead saplings is livid enough
alive enough, groused ruffling
those who disturb are disturbed,
you know...
so i light the pile and let the whole
goddam thing go. nobody respects
you until the blaze rends, & oh,
how they stare! when up in flames
it goes
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