Standalone Poetry

Iambic IV

A city's public execution chant from As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War.

 We burn away the troubled at the stake

to burn away our troubles ere too late

and burn away th'ideas that we hate

for burning's how to rid us canc'rous fate!

We offer witch's smoke to Sky as gift

to offer ash to Earth for crops to lift

and offer good to us so don't we drift,

for off'ring evil's death does cure our rift!

We pass along from good to bad the blame

to pass along our guilt toward the flame

and pass along whatever gives us pain,

for passing on relieves us of our shame!

We execute injustice on the pyre

to execute the justice we desire

and execute this evil witch's ire,

for execution's best when by the fire!