Things Will Get Messy Here

Things will get messy here

If you are watching,

and are still able to think,

you must be aware of what we are about to do.

We will burn you.

This is your last hour

before you are reduced

to something that can fit in a dustpan.

Something I can push a lollipop into,

bring it out with bits of you stuck on;

sherbet dip-dab;

your ashy flavour in my mouth;

strange cannibalism.

I won’t though, because that’s weird.

But we will burn you,

the decision has been made.

If you are listening,

and are still able to translate our arbitrary noises,

then you must be aware that we have burned you.

Why else would there be old friends smartly-dressed

shaking hands and kissing foreheads?

Metal in a Catholic church?

Cold sausages on cocktail sticks?

You in a jar on a trestle table in a pub?

Go on now

Get off on your next adventure

Things will get messy here.