there is an anger
the pyrophobe within you wants to run
far away from this, all of this
flee and escape with singed fingertips
but the anthropologist in you wants to sit
and watch
close enough to the fire to see that truly
there is an anger, here
to the people here
the blood shaped flames
and the flame shaped blood
stain the holly wreaths
and the perversions of God that
walk along the beaches
and drink the salty water
are covered in fire too