Gift Of The Flame

By the ivory coast sits a man

In a most angry pose

He's wasting away

As the buzzards peck little holes

There's a boy by a pool

Who simply can't move but to drool

Staring ever in to a silly grin

Trapped beside the pool

And across the way

There's a man who can't wait

His stomach growls and he salivates

Never to be satisfied, nor to die

Hour by hour I wait for my flower to bloom

It's a hideous black mushroom

Odious spore of doom

And I crouch by the glass

In the underpass of the moon

Wondering what's in store

Beyond my bolted door

And across the hall

There's a man who just waits

He's sick to death and he gives in to Fate

Never does he try not to die

By the ivory coast sits the suet man

Still in chains as day by day

The buzzard birds bite bits away

And he sacrificed himself

Stealing fire that we could tame