Opelousas

The kindling from the breath of the flames shake.

Dust settles like children sitting down, now.

Consciousness simply holds on and it makes

The thought of what the inferno knows how

To do. Vice in acts leads to the fury.

Malice intent shocks rights and makes minds shame.

The exchange allows drops to just hurry.

There’s only soot next to the puny name.

As sparks kiss the night sky with precision,

Churchgoers seek to forgive the damned cheat.

It remains their own lasting decision,

When it’s drudgery he deserves to eat.

The unknown can't judge the acts of a knave.

That’s why the next church is something to save.