Church Fire

Church Fire

Arson

Darkness reveals unspeakable thoughts.
At night I become a troll, a sinister gnome,
Malicious as the growth of a carcinoma,
Cunningly bent on slaughtering life.

With drifting corpses in the red canals.
Though by day I am hypocritically pious,
In the evening I lose my false modesty
And go in search of skulls and flayed hides.

Then I dream of the acoustics of a domed church
Which I visit in secret devotion.
Take, for instance, the Basilica of Koekelberg—
I would gladly see it burst into flames.

A gas bubble and some ignition device:
A sea of fire consuming the monument whole.

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