A poem by: Ben Dunk. 1978





Cry in the air;

as you are carried aloft:

riding on a stormy, scalding charger;

blinding the eyes.

Expelling the last breath of lung air.

Flinging the limbs like loose chain links.

this way and that,

until occurs dislocations and breakages.

The skin sears,

the hair burns,

the flesh roasts

And then

the blazing rag-doll descends;

sucked swiftly and inexorably,

into the funeral fire.