i smiled as they lit the match
for the funeral
pyre of my
innocencei remember how we laughed gaily
and danced around the roaring
flamesas i offered myself up to the gods of
corruptionnot caring that i could never turn back
but now that the flames have turned to ash
and the revelers have gone
i stare
bleakly at the spot where i
sacrificed myself
the spot where nothing stands but dust
and wonder if that is all i was worth.