And so they say there must be fire,
Or something just as sinister.
Whatever removes the darkness, even if
It burns the house down.
Whatever is inside, as they say, you cannot
Take with you to heaven, anyway,
So what’s the use of saving anything
From the fury of the flames?
You do what you have to do
In order to fix what is wrong.
And you can be deaf to the cries
Of the children left burning inside;
You can be blind to the shadows
Dancing in the moonlight and the fiery haze;
Soft whispers of atonement is all we crave
As long as the fire keeps burning
And the darkness behaves.
There are no innocents here. No more
Pure hearts or virgins, only scars
And the battle-weary and the bruises
And the dreams filled with dark visions
Of all that is needed to be done
To fight our dark yet holy war.
We make the sign of the cross
We say our prayers
And tomorrow we burn the darkness away
Again and again and again.
(February 28, 2011)