The Outskirts of Town

This is the place where they’re piled.

Bodies shriveled and scorched.

Missing fingers, eyes, and faces. 

This is the place where they kill them.

Line them up and burn them.

Melting skin right off the bone.

This is the place where they’ve lead me.

Following my brother.

His capturers soon will torch him.

This is the place where I find him.

He’s chained down to a post.

He’s bleeding from his mouth.

He screams now as I touch him

His arm’s already burned.

Too loud. They’ve heard.

His chains won’t come undone.

They’re coming.

They’re coming to burn us both.