Unfair

This flame, it won’t extinguish,
A hunger I can never satisfy,
Deep roots like a shepherd’s tree,
A wrong I seek to rectify.

Tired of its presence,
I deterge my home of mind,
Just when I think I’m clean; I’m not,
A viscous presence unkind.

Perhaps a prayer with raised hands,
Will extinguish this flame of mine,
Rather, would I kill it!
My body eternal unbind.